She's back...

Hm. What to say. I've managed to rip my eyes away from the James Frey freakout, and write 12 pages of...something. Something. I'm definitely driving in the dark with the headlights on, to paraphrase E.L. Doctorow. I've written other stuff in the interim: a short story, some promotion of my books, and lotsa blogging. Meanwhile, I just opened up one of my dormant screenplay files and began to write.

I can look at McKee and Field and all the Campbell-inspired books I like, but...they never work for me. They never reach me where I can work. I've taken writing workshops in screenwriting, and while I can understand why it's REALLY GOOD to have 12 major plot points before you begin, it doesn't help me write.

So I'm just writing, and hoping to surprise myself. Please wish me luck.