you carry too much on your shoulders [Sofia]
Cameron went out earlier; Donna noticed, but she didn't really pay much attention if he told her where he was going. That was probably a mistake, in retrospect, but Donna gets a certain way when she's actually focused on something -- everything else falls by the wayside. It makes her a good writer and a terrible person to be involved with. (It's really not the only reason being involved with her is often a chore, but it is one of the most immediately pressing issues...Cameron seems to tolerate her habits with good grace)
So, the house is more or less sorted, and the power is back on (it occurred to her to wonder how, but she's not sure how to articulate that worry yet -- unusual for a writer, one would think, but that's just not always the case), and Donna is sat in the middle of the living room, picking through her father's notebooks. The plot outlines for the first few chapters are as much as she's looked at in that notebook (something tells her to wait, wait before she gets into the meat of it, and she doesn't know why but she's not arguing yet); instead, she's focusing on the character development notes. Who they are, how they interact, their backstories, foreshadowing, little things that drive them forward into a plot she doesn't understand yet.
She really wishes that a) her father didn't have to be so goddamn cryptic that everything takes an hour or two to figure out and b) that she had something more useful to be doing than writing a book that will probably never be published.
So, the house is more or less sorted, and the power is back on (it occurred to her to wonder how, but she's not sure how to articulate that worry yet -- unusual for a writer, one would think, but that's just not always the case), and Donna is sat in the middle of the living room, picking through her father's notebooks. The plot outlines for the first few chapters are as much as she's looked at in that notebook (something tells her to wait, wait before she gets into the meat of it, and she doesn't know why but she's not arguing yet); instead, she's focusing on the character development notes. Who they are, how they interact, their backstories, foreshadowing, little things that drive them forward into a plot she doesn't understand yet.
She really wishes that a) her father didn't have to be so goddamn cryptic that everything takes an hour or two to figure out and b) that she had something more useful to be doing than writing a book that will probably never be published.