David Allan Coe — "You Never Even Called Me By My Name"
Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water...
(If anyone besides hazelnut3 gets what the subject has to do with this entry, I will be totally freakin' floored, I swear to God! Because that will mean you have been reading my very warped little mind.)
I love my characters. I really do. When I think I've reached the end of my rope ... when I think I've squeezed every possible word out of a scene ... when I think I couldn't write more if it killed me ... when I think the block will go on forever ... that's when my characters start behaving like real people and start telling me things, if I'll just shut up my wibbling long enough to listen to what they have to say.
I've stared at the next incomplete chapter of "Though This Be Madness" many, many times over the past two weeks wondering what to write next. "How am I going to get from having Snape outside Dumbledore's office to Snape learning about Occlumency?" I repeatedly asked myself. But I had no answer. Then I put the beginning aside and asked myself, "Well, if I can't write that, how am I going to get to Snape's reaction when Dumbledore makes James Head Boy?" I still had no answer. So I beat my head on the desk/keyboard/table and went about my life, hoping inspiration would strike. It didn't.
Problem was, in each case I was asking the wrong person. LOL!
As soon as shut my own oblivious mind up and listened, Snape told me how to get from outside Dumbledore's office to having him learn about Occlumency. ("Tell them about the theory of Occlumency," he said. "But I don't know anything about the theory of Occlumency," I said. "That's why you have me, you dunderhead," he said.) And Dumbledore told me how to get to Snape's reaction when he made James Head Boy. ("The selection of prefects is a complicated process...")
God, I love my characters! *cuddles them both madly*
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subtle_science) wrote,
rejuvenated
