Just hit one of those story moments where … I’ve come up with an idea that’s either the most brilliant thing ever or … so very much not. Where I realize I could just do that thing I’ve been assuming I can’t do and that I needed to find could reasons not to do.
It could be just what the story needs. It could just be well, kind of stupid.
Either way, it means it’s time to back away from the keyboard and do some serious thinking, much as I want to push forward.
But I know that “I can’t do that” resistance that rose up as soon as I thought of this thing. I’ve met it before.
It’s the resistance that means, and has meant ever since one of my first published short stories, that there’s something here I need to take seriously.
Often, it’s a good night’s sleep and the cold light of dawn that decides it.