Sometimes, the best place to write, or at least sketch-write, is on the subway.
It’s a captive place. There’s not much else to do. It’s easy to whip out a notepad and pen and jot down ideas.
Lately, my head has been in a specific place. It’s working out a story.
It’s a depressing story, actually.
The outline I was working on needs a rethink. Some things were right, some things were wrong.
I’ve “seen” some scenes in my mind.
I sketched out one today on the subway. Two notebook pages of dialogue. No real setting, though I know the setting. I can “see” how it works.
There’s some technobabble. But mainly it’s working out a problem the characters face, as they answer the question of what something is.
I like it. I like the feel.
It is, though, depressing in its own way.
The pieces are coming together.
The story I “see” in my mind isn’t dark. The story isn’t tragic. Rather, there’s an undercurrent of sadness to it.
Bad things happened. Really bad things. And bad things will happen.
Yet, I “see” where it’s going. In the end, it’s not depressing at all. Because things will get better.
I like what wrote out today. 🙂