Anna’s Office, interior, day.
A glow emanates from the computer as Anna opens a file.
The theme from "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly" plays.
It’s revision time. One of my crit partners and I promised we’d tell each other if a scene ever stunk on ice, and a recent one of mine did. As in did not accomplish its purpose, gave the wrong message, so back at it I go.
Fixing a scene gone wonky is a tricky thing. There’s the time spent staring at it wondering where exactly things left the track, and can anything be saved from the wreckage? Do I have to put out any fires first? Why did things take the turn they did, when they clearly need to go the other way?
I don’t wanna open the file and look at the big scary sucky scene. Can’t I make some notes and come back later? No, because this is fix bad work habits week. Which includes tackling this sucker, doing serious looking for a romance focused critique group, and a few other things. I’ve been a bit on the slacker side. Taking advantage of the slight drop in heat/humidity to take care of aforementioned matters. Deadline looming, so fingers moving.