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.