(Note: I reblogging this from my other blog : http://writingiandad.wordpress.com/)
Why? You ask.
I have no freakin’ idea. I respond….
I took the weekend off to be with family. Didn’t do a spank of writing the whole time, my thoughts were too chaotic. It wasn’t until this morning (woke up at dawn) that I suddenly remembered two things…1. I’d forgotten an entry for Friday Fictioneers ; and 2. I was still at odds as to where to take the next scene.
The psych ramifications of having Charles flee in the face of danger really rankled me. Charles (Cutter as fans know him) has never fled anything. He was a strong soldier, a solid emotional block for others, and an all-around proper gentleman with a penchant for good ale. So, why was I suddenly sitting there (well, still laying in bed watching the digital clock change led’s) so lost. Then, of course, there was my MFC who wants to kill Charles so bad she gets an orgasm from just the thought. Wicked, I know, but what do you expect of an x-generation bred and genetically spliced/diced/melted to be the ultimate murdering machine? If I have Charles running to the hills, then what in sam’s hell am I going to do with an assassin on the hunt.
By the time the alarm clock buzzed its annoying as hell piazzo, I was wide awake and had mentally written Charles’ arrival at Tamai’s paradiscal abode. (Inspiration via the Friday Fictioneers photog for Friday). By the time I’d driven Hubs to work, pitched him out to the curb, and screamed out of the lot (at all of three mph.) and got to my coffee place to write, I’d devised a little deviance for our little assassin. A plot that would indeed draw Charles back to the school… after all, it is spring, and what does spring bring ~ rain. Can we say ‘rain fever’ epidemic? Well, it’s one option. However, it could be something entirely new and previously unheard of, like a whole herd of x-gens, w-gens (also a murderous lot, but too vulnerable to injury.)
I’m going to have to do a lot of writing to catch up with my thoughts… better get the pen running…