I’m finally thinking it’s time to stop wussing out of doing my third draft and start working on it again. This is one passage at the beginning of my story that pretty much encapsulates the life of the protagonist. She’s overworked and unfulfilled.
The entire night should have been peaceful, but instead I dreamt of work. The sky was grey as I looked out the windows and I could almost hear the wind howling outside. My desk was as I always remembered it, but my email was waiting for me when I arrived to my office. As I sat down at my desk, the first email was in all caps, asking me about overtime. HOW MANY HOURS CAN YOU WORK THIS WEEKEND?
It felt like the world was starting to cave in on me, and it did. I pressed my hands to my forehead as the room around me began to close in on me. I opened my mouth and screamed, “I wish you would just burn to the ground!” The flames erupted around me and I felt their warmth engulf me.
It’s a bit that I have marked for expansion (and I have a habit of being short on words), but that’s okay since we’re still in draft mode.
I’m pulling from feelings that I’ve had in the past. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with trying to remember emotions, situations, and reactions to things that have happened in your own life and putting them into other character’s lives. There are billions of people on this planet, I’m sure at least one other person has experienced the same thing.
Anyway, it’s a holiday for us in the States, so I hope you all have an awesome Friday!