This is supposed to be my fiction day. I have tried and tried to get it together today, to no avail.
I have a character. I had a prompt. I had a profession, a night of the week, a characterization.
Still, nothing I did with this guy worked out. He wanted to stay in and drink tea. I tried to get him to a party. That didn’t work. I attempted a threat to his life. Nope. I tried to make him into a guy who killed a dog, and still. No. He wanted to go into his living room, light a fire, drink tea and read a book.
I don’t know whether the character was too close to home…for I would dearly like to make some tea, light a fire, and spend some quiet time reading a book. Perhaps that was my mistake. Maybe I should start out with something that’s the antithesis of what I’d like to do.
Either way, I’ve spent the better part of three hours trying to figure it out. Sometimes, it’s time to walk away and come back later, which is exactly what I’m going to do. You will either see a story in this space in the wee hours of the morning, or I’ll just try again over the weekend.
It happens. It happens all the time.