My brain is sort of lucid tonight for the first time in a week.
I’ve had a long week: first a visit, then recovering from the visit. And getting the sugar out of my system after the visit. Sheesh!
And the time hasn’t been wasted – I’ve generated several thousand words ABOUT the scene I’m working on, without being able to actually write a new draft of it. The brain is mulling. I do it on paper (no mental storage capacity or processing power).
Then, when I’m finally writing the scene, I have all those thoughts on paper strips (real scissors – cut by hand), and I can tuck them (paste – I use real tape) into the scene at appropriate places. If I don’t record my thoughts, they are gone forever. The manual arts-and-crafts approach engages a different part of the brain – useful for brain fog.
I used a new technique this week, suggested by Rachel6: not only did I let a character tell her story in first person, I added a psychiatrist, and let the psychiatrist try to dig the story out of my character. In almost no time I had generated 800 words!
I’m trying to extract the story from her so I can tell it as she experienced it, but she has emotional issues with telling anyone, even a trusted therapist (or me), exactly how she feels, because it means admitting things she doesn’t think she should feel.
The psychiatrist (I envision a man, maybe a beard, definitely steepling his fingers and pointing at her as he speaks) feeds off of her responses, and tells her what he sees, as I’ve experienced therapists doing. Which gives me ANOTHER idea (and another way to postpone writing this scene?): change the gender of the psychiatrist. Or make the psychiatrist court-appointed (and thus going to report back on what she says).
It changes things, doesn’t it?
I’m feeling brave (thanks to Lily White LeFevre), and so here is a snippet of the conversation. It will NOT appear anywhere in the scene (1.10.5), but will help me guide K (Kary) into telling her story to me, so I can present it faithfully.
P: Is she beautiful?
P: You are competing with her for Andrew’s attention?
K: What? No. I couldn’t compete with her. Or any of her kind. She just made me glad I have kept my damn mouth shut and my feelings to myself.
P: You have feelings for Andrew?
K: Who wouldn’t? Most women would kill to have him.
P: Most women would never get a chance to compete for him.
K: And I won’t either. Don’t worry – that would be supreme foolishness. Intentional foolishness. And really, really stupid. No. Not something I would ever risk. But he IS a nice guy – and he’s becoming a bit of a friend. He will end up with some little beauty like Miss Bianca, and have a nice little family when he’s ready.