Will you all hate me if I have nothing original to say today? My butt’s getting kicked by a scene that’s got a start and an ending, but a middle that’s completely uncrossable. (In this metaphor, the scene is a river. Normally one that looks like this):
There’s a dry place to begin, a dry place to land, and at least the promise of a way to navigate to the far bank without the need for bandages or a Tetanus shot.
But this scene feels more like the following image:
I know where I’m starting, I know where I’m ending, but the middle’s unpredictable; and the consequences of not getting it right, potentially grim.
Any advice for how to get through?
I know I might build a bridge and bypass this journey altogether for a while, but I don’t seem to be built that way. (What I call hopscotch or mosaic writing.) I think that I’m a character-driven writer. (At least that’s what I’d like to believe that I am.) If I build a bridge I’m afraid it would end on the wrong part of the river. Then where would I be?
Any and all comments appreciated.