I am still plugging away on my outline. I had hoped I would be finished with the outline and on to the scenes by now, but my days off did not go as planned. As usual. Why is it that whenever I plan a couple of days off, Maya and I invariably become violently ill? No sniffles or sneezes this time; we were full-on into intense vomiting sessions, body aches, chills, and… other stuff. My poor baby is still actively participating in the other stuff, which frequently requires an immediate hose-down from her armpits to her toes and an onslaught of disinfectant on all bathroom surfaces. It’s practically a part of my daily routine now. Fortunately, the teen seems to have a superhero immune system, so he’s in the clear. Knock on wood…
At any rate, another twist in the storyline fell into my lap today. I scribbled the idea into my notebook, pushed it aside, and then balanced my checkbook. I’m not sure about it—the minor twist that is, not my ability to compute basic arithmetic. I like it and in the overall scheme of things it won’t distract from the plot, but will it add a touch of oomph? Because if it doesn’t, then it’s not worth the screen time, therefore it’s not worth the time it will take to tweak the plot. So, I need to think about it. Maybe sleep on it. Yet, I don’t want to waste too much time waffling. Ugh. Writing. I should probably just go for it and if it doesn’t work during a rewrite, then remove it, but keep on tapping away.
Meanwhile, I have a dozen or so confessions to dream up.
If any of you sinners out there care to share your transgressions- especially the freaky-deaky ones, hit me up. Truth is always far more interesting than fiction.