Naw, I ain't talkin' bout da pleasure piece. I'm talkin' bout writin' yoself into a boxes.
STATIC. Dial-up internet PWING. PWING.
There. That's better. Just watched a Charlie Brown Xmas online with ghetto overdubbing. Eh. A friend emailed it to me. But writer's box.
For three days I've been stuck at the end of act I without that big event. I wrote myself into a corner. I know where the story has to go, but setting up the potential climax and getting my guy into the meat of the story wasn't logical from where I left off. So I thought, and I thought. And I thought and I thought and I thought; and then I asked my wife and she came up with the solution. Take it where you can get it, right?
By the way, what's up with the Asian invasion? | 
