Today I’m going to tell you something I don’t like about writing.
I did not decide to sit down and take on this crazy thing called writing so that I could figure out silly, stupid, little things like logistics. If Person A can’t know where Person B is between the hours of 12:00AM and 12:15AM but Person A needs to get information from Person C and Person C can’t ever leave Person B’s side or the entire book falls apart, which train gets to the station first?
I found myself caught in a serious maze of logistics the other day. And I hit each dead end, panting, pulling my hair out, kicking at the walls. It’s amazing that you can create a world and lock yourself out of it before you realize that you had the key all along. But it happens. More often than I would like. And it’s mind numbing. It’s not what I signed up for. (Where exactly is the sign up sheet, actually? I’d like to know.)
But, there I am. There I’ll be. Sitting in Chapter 3, crawling around in the dark, trying to figure out how to get a character from Point A to Point B when I cut down all communication and transportation systems in Chapter 2 (figuratively of course.)
I sit there looking at the pages and the words and I want to say: “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! I own you!” But, of course, I know that’s not entirely true…