Sometimes there are scenes that keep resisting. What I learned from the Writing Excuses Podcasts was that this probably meant that the scene just wasn’t right.
So, the last few days I went back to the drawing table (alright, outlining table) and had a good talk with the characters and the plot in general.
It wasn’t easy. They obviously didn’t want to go in the direction I wanted them eventually to go. Which doesn’t surprise me at all. I *like* those characters, they’ve grown on me, even though they weren’t originally planned to be there. And while I don’t like what I’m about to do to them, messed up as I am, in a way I still secretly *do*. <insert very evil laugh here>.
We have come to some kind of understanding. The viewpoint for this set-up scene was wrong, and I’m rewriting like crazy. Suddenly the story flows again, after having sat there like a foul smelling slimy old storm sewer. Which, incidentally, is exactly the setting for this scene.
Yes, the story flows again. But spending so much time in this places makes my skin crawl. Think I call it a day and go and have a shower. If only I could wash out my brain a bit. Could really do with a good scrub.