today i wasn’t able to devote my entire day to writing. we had a guest, so i put down my keyboard and fled to the garden to transplant some things, now that’s it’s fall.
the work is going slowly. i had planned on doing twice what i’d gotten done today, but i had to wait a long time for inspiration.
more things i didn’t know. i didn’t know judy was such an alcoholic as she is. i didn’t know she would run into rick. i didn’ t know she bought her weed from allen. i didn’t know the family name was fuchs until yesterday. i didn’t know rick’s wife was named alice, and almost named her helene instead.
i go with what occurs to me when i have to wait to see what happens next. this means i skip right over dialog and the details of action. this moves things along much faster than if i had to draw it out and describe it. it would make my kid happy, she who thinks i make every story much longer than it has to be.
i have figured out more things about the plot as i’ve been sitting there watching my fingers write a story. like who kills whom. gordon will kill his brother rick. but so will his own wife alice. and allen kills gordon. the only people i don’t have figured out yet is who kills alice and who kills bill. oh yeah and who kills laurie. the spice. they deserve to die, too.
oh, and i have no clue how i’m going to handle what happens tomorrow.