I have reached yet another impasse, as the Tindalosi story continues to taunt me. Specifically, I know what the kicker line for this story is. And I have the first ten and a half pages written, which is the setup. What I am missing is the climax and the resolution, both thematic and narrative. I know what the narrative climax has to be, but I do not yet have its why or how or wherefore. And the thematic climax is a great big sucking hole in the sky.
What this means, essentially, is that I am stuck wandering around poking things with sharp objects until the story hands itself over to me.
I need a catalyst and an epiphany. And maybe a catfight.
A catfight would be handy.
Well, I can think about it on the train tomorrow. The train to Stratford-Upon-Avon. Pray for me; if I kill a tourbot with my bare teeth, I think they might expel me.