Sometimes you just need to step away from the computer screen.
I’ve been tackling the big fight scene, again; part of it at least is written, now trying to plot the rest of it. Sat down with my notes on what I want in there for bad guys, etc., again, scribbling notes on scratch paper to sort events and “bang! Pow!” type stuff into some kind of order, and, well….
Unfired Chekov’s Gun: Hi there.
Frustrated Writer: *Headdesk. Lots.*
So. Planning to organize what I have figured out, then throttle – I mean, place that Chekov in the middle of things and see how I can get it to go off.
Because an unfired Chekov is a terrible thing. *Solemn nod.*
In the meantime…
Have a local visitor. Brown anole, a species that – like certain fire ants – showed up in this area by way of ship.