The spirit is willing, but the flesh is tired

Jun 22, 2005

I wrote this yesterday, but you’re getting it today. Trying to keep up with that whole five days a week blog entry.
I’m tired. I’ve only done nine pages today, but it’s not the page count I’m griping about. I had several days of seven pages a day and I was fine with that. What’s griping me is that the nine pages doesn’t really further the plot. I’m still in the same scene I started the day in. I thought I’d get through it and be on to the next scene, but instead, I’m still stuck. It’s not that it’s not a good scene, but it’s that it gives the illusion of no progress made. Of course we’re doing several firsts in this scene, so it’s got to be plotted, choreographed, and tiptoed through. Why? Because even with Richard not in this scene, Anita is still there and she’s quite capable of throwing a monkey wrench all on her own. So Jean-Claude, Micah, and Nathaniel have been very careful of her. They keep waiting for her to have a fit about some of the earlier events of the evening, or for what is happening now. So far, she’s calm. I actually seem to be having more trouble with this scene than she is, unusual. Usually Anita and I have a discomfort level that is about even, but not today. Today I, like the men, have waited for her to say no way, not doing this. So far, so good. I think she caught me and the three guys in the scene off-guard simply by not fighting. Funny, we were geared up for a fight, and when it didn’t happen it threw us. It threw Jean-Claude and me more than the other two. Is it a good sign, or a bad one, that Jean-Claude and I are starting to think alike?
Like it, or not, I’m done for the day. Gotta give it up and start fresh tomorrow. Blast it.