My brain desperately wants to dink with the story right now but I have a meeting in sixty seconds.

I have exciting ideas for rearranging scenes. They won't necessarily improve the story, but they'll be fun to mess with.

Later....

Also, now that I'm 92 pages into this monster, the stupid OCs are finally starting to come into focus. Nothing like waiting until the last second, guys. Thanks for playing.

(Okay, one of them has started to come into focus. But he was just an idiot-shaped blob up until now, so it's a good sign. I have hopes that if I 'fix' him, the others will stop just sitting there like sullen rocks in the stream of the story.)

Sigh. Victor's not very freaking poetic, okay? I could do a lot more if I had a narrative voice that allowed me more scope. Having to stick tightly to his POV in all the scenes can be very limiting.

I know I said I was going to give up on writing a "real" story with the sort of structure you expect from a "real" story, but part of my brain remains obsessed about the idea. During those moments when I forget about it, my writing is a lot better, but during those moments I'm still dinking with it, I'm having a lot of fun. It's very complicated to be me sometimes.

I want to steal 92 pieces of company paper and a lot of printer toner and print the story, then sit here and draw lines around bits and make notes about moving them elsewhere in the story, but that would just be wrong.

Also, Buehler called and he didn't fly out today, he's flying out tomorrow instead, so there's always the possibility he might come strolling in at any moment. I'd hate to be caught sitting here editing the SEN at such a moment.

Sitting here writing blog entries isn't much more virtuous, of course. And I meant to stop whining about the SEN, but I forgot.