I’ve been thinking over the weekend about the big bloody hole in the treatment I’m working on and it occurs to me there’re two ways to proceed:
- Refer back to the concept and the theme, rethink the structure and make detailed plans for a modified story and the way forward.
- Start writing in a blind panic and hope by the time I’ve reached the gap I’ve built up enough momentum to carry me over it.
Of course I’ve already eliminated several other options like running away, killing myself, killing everyone else so there’s no one to left to notice, faking a nervous breakdown or giving up writing and inventing anew kind of whisk instead; so to my mind the two options left are the two sensible options.
Well, one sensible option and one bloody stupid one. Option one is obviously the rational, professional approach. I, of course, am choosing option two.
The plan is to type as fast as I can, with my eyes closed whilst screaming like a little girl.
That should do the trick.