T-minus 4 days and counting until the Writers’ Institute in Madison, WI.
So, here I am, on my lunch break working on my synopsis, when I stop in mid-thought.
Yes, it really was. I was like, but what about the climax? I’ve got two main events, and they’re both like, the climax, but I can’t …
Gawd, why didn’t I put this together earlier? OMG. Seriously.
And this after I’ve got my first 50 pages shined up pretty well.
We’re talking major brain fart here. No rainbows in sight. Or unicorns.
*enters writing office*
*breaks ‘in case of emergency’ glass*
*pushes big red button*
The neat thing about the phone on my writing desk is I can set ring tones (Hey, it’s my office). Guess which one I’ve got set for my Muse. I listen to the first few bars of “Holding Out for a Hero” before I answer.
“What’s the emergency?” he asks. “I’m kinda busy.” I hear cheering in the background.
“Busy? Sounds like you’re at a rugby match.”
Silence. “You were entertaining family this weekend, so I took some time off. What’s the emergency, love?”
“I need you here ASAP. I’ve got to revise the plot for my WIP tonight.”
“Again? I thought you were going to be Skyping tonight. You cleaned up the brainstorming wall before I left.”
“I will be Skyping, and then I’ll be revising. In other words, get your ass back here.”
More silence. “Ask nicely.”
Seriously? Fine. “Help me with my plot revision. Please.”
He sighs into the phone, like I’m a major inconvenience. He’s supposed to be on my schedule; it’s his job. “After this match. It just started, so it might be a while.”
“You know when I get home from work. I’ve got beer,” I add, just in case.
“I’ll see you later, love.” Click.
Does this ever happen to you? You think you’ve got the plot nailed down, and things seem to work, and then BAM! You realize you missed an obvious plot point. Or, in my case, a whole freaking thread. Actually, two threads that should be one.