TO THE MATTRESSES
Today, I fought like hell with chapter ten. It was out and out fisticuffs of the cerebral kind. This is a new chapter ten, not the one I was fighting with earlier this month (I'm sensing a pattern here!). That chapter, which is mostly resolved, is now chapter eleven.
The plot, unbeknownst to me, decided to take a hard right turn. A stunning and unexpected event has changed everything, including the time line as well as events that come before and after. Exciting! Frustrating!
Sometimes when I’m writing (read: wrangling, battling, brawling), I’m certain I am the only writer facing such insurmountable challenges. Rationally, I know this isn’t true, but in the moment, when the writing has me in a stranglehold, it feels like its taking me to the mattresses.
melee [ mey-ley, mey-ley, mel-ey ]
1. a confused hand-to-hand fight or struggle among several people.
2. confusion; turmoil; jumble: <--this!
The melee of Christmas shopping.