A disappointing week. Still having a helluva time focusing. At least part of the problem–if I may indulge in self-diagnosis for a moment–are the vast stretches of "I don’t know" that loom before me. I’m up against one of them now. I have this scene I’m writing, and at the moment, I don’t know why. I mean, I don’t know what plot purpose the scene serves. Maybe none, in which case, I shouldn’t be writing it. But my gut seems to be telling me I need this bit. At this point, though, I think I should know what I need it for.
I’ve dealt with blank spots before–been right up against them, really–but usually in novels. In a shorter work, which I’m pretty is what this is, I generally have a better idea where I’m going. No, I don’t need to have it all mapped out. But I’m thinking maybe a compass might come in handy.
In the meantime, your snippet:
He focused on the toll booth as he walked. Halfway across the bridge was mounted a simple sign:
Nebraska State Line. Just as he reached it, a voice called out to him: "That’s far enough. Stop where you are."Wayne obeyed, raising his hands.
Two figures emerged from the toll booth. Both of them were decked out in full hazmat gear, covered head to foot in bright red suits, gas masks covering their faces. They carried rifles, pointed at him.
No updates for Write Club.
TTFN, and stuff.
