Only 3300 of the 5200 words I’d planned to cover so far today. A little over 800 of them are new words in a scene I need to bridge to the next section.
I’ve come to a crashing halt. An undesired pregnancy cropped up, and I’m sitting there staring at the beginning of this conversation, asking myself, “Am I sure?”
Of course not.
It’s one more thing to resolve in all the other threads I have to resolve. I’m thinking it’s taking away from my POV character’s main concern, which it is. I need the intensity of the scene, but not this solution.
The only thing I can do is go back to the previous scene where a character refused to have a discussion because he was too busy and exhausted, and have her push him beyond that point for answers.
Not that he has them, because you’d think I’d know if he did.
And right now, it popped into my head that I could very easily work this problem into the next book where the focus is on this particular POV character.
So be it. Would all my problems be this easy to resolve.
But the rest, yeah, not so easy and I’ve no time tomorrow to chip away at this. I’m going to have to brainstorm and draw little illustrations and swirly lines that mean nothing until I figure this out.
There could very well be writing after dinner.
In other news, I managed to water the garden today and harvest another handful of green beans and a huge zucchini. This appears to be my year for zucchini, and it’s about time, is all I can say. The past couple of summers have been lackluster. Maybe it’s the aged horse manure we amended the soil in that bed with this year.
You can find most anything on FreeCycle. :P
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