today's work

I spent today thinking (since the guy was replacing the water heater, so Z. wanted to stay close and hang out more than run around causing mayhem, and god knows I don't actually want to watch Spongebob) and mulling, then wrote some notes, then wrote another scene on my sea monsters love story thing.

(sea monsters in love, there's a thought)

Last night I also did some noodling on it.

The thing is, I think one of the issues with this story is that pretty much all of the characters are like Talia (from Chirality, which needs a better title)--they're private, and they really don't talk much about the big things that are going on. And, unlike Talia, they don't tend to lose their tempers and spit out at least partial information despite themselves. These people are very controlled.

So I had a stern discussion with my idiot brain the main character, something along the lines of, "Look, I know you don't want to do this, but get the hell over it because if you don't spill something soon, I am going to shelve this story and you can wither away in my notebook with the other buttoned-up prudes. Lose some inhibitions or don't get written!"

Less whimsically, though, in terms of the narrative--the guy is really agonizing over writing things down, which is awesome, but I think he needs a good reason why he's so reluctant to do it, and I'm not sure I have it yet.

ZQOTD

After a few minutes of putting Play-Doh away:

"I'm tired of all this puttin' away. I need somebody to do it for me."

Then, after Scott and I stop laughing, in a bright, Wait-I-know-the-right-answer voice:

"I need somebody to help me."