And I’m spoiling for a fight.
Today’s writing was the start of a fight scene. Just setting it up – getting the actors involved. It’s a way of blowing out a bit of tension in the writing; we still haven’t (in 16k words) seen what Mason’s made of, not really. I feel it’s time to set some expectations in a way that won’t damage the plot or be some sort of teen power fantasy.
The idea came from my family in common law. We were all out at a restaurant the other weekend, and along the walls of the place were all kinds of things – oars, records, some speakers, artwork, whatever. There was probably even the remains of a goat head hung up somewhere. One of the people suggested that a restaurant would be an awesome place for a fight scene in my next book.
I aim to please.
So far, I’ve written about a thousand words putting Mason in place, and creating a scenario where things will go quite badly wrong. It’s not anything he’s done – wrong place, wrong time. Sometimes life’s like that, and we need to see how he reacts. The shit all hits the fan in Chinatown.
See you tomorrow.