Wednesday, July 28, 2010
I find myself stalling in my current middle grade. I mean, how long can a conversation on the back staircase of a castle go on for? One page? At the most, two, right?
"Lovely staircase, isn't it?"
"A bit winding if you ask me....getting a bit dizzy."
"Well, why don't we just get to the bottom of it?"
"Well, that is a good question. I suppose the author would have to figure that part out."
"'Spose so. Do you think there's any hope for that?"
"Dunno. She's had us walking down these stairs for what....four pages?"
"Seems a bit ridiculous if you think about it."
"Doesn't it, though?"
Yeah, so I desperately need to get them off of the staircase...(and there are dogs on the stairs, too. I am getting claustrophobic just thinking about it.)...I just need to figure out what is going to happen when they reach the bottom.
I don't get stuck like this often. Usually, things just tend to roll along. But when it DOES happen, well, it is a bummer. It means I can't keep seat-of-my-pantsing-it along and I need to revisit the manifesto and journal to myself about just exactly what kind of book I am trying to write.
Something in my brain is unsure about the direction I am going...which is why I am stalled on the stairs.
Stairs! Why stairs????
Maybe someone needs to jump from the tower.......
Posted by storyqueen at 7:25 PM