It’s raining today; but despite the cloud cover, it’s not one of those gloomy, broody days… (Or, at least, it’s not for me – don’t know about hethosus and my darling youngest sib daphtpunk.) Instead, it’s one of those lazy days where you sit inside, nice and comfortable, listening to the rain falling outside, and relax.
My knees are feeling much better today (most likely thanks to the application of a coldpack and plenty of rest yesterday) though I still intend to see a doctor about them – don’t want to damage them any more than they are already through genetics…
And now, onto the subject of this ramble…
For the past two weeks with RuroBatt, I’ve been trying to write this conversation in Chapter 2.2. I had a general idea of what I wanted the conversation to be about when I started the scene, but it immediately took a different turn, going straight to the topic I had reserved for the end. So I shrugged and decided to go with it and see what it got me.
Well, what it got me was only being able to write a total of two paragraphs for said scene over the last week, despite being in a writing mood.
So this morning, I sat down with a pot of my favourite “tea to write by” (Twinings Blackcurrant, in case anyone’s curious), and a determination to do a thorough re-write of the scene, this time putting the topics of conversation in the order I wanted them to be in the first place.
Things seem to be going well thus far, although there’s been another slight shift in conversational direction…
Saitô’s being evil at the moment. (*wide evil grin*) Yep, they’re going well.