Nov 16, 2008 19:26
Not what I want them to do, what they need to do. A small yet huge difference. Trivial yet significant. Micro, yet macro. Man, I could snark on myself all night.
Characters are just as infuriating as... y'know...real actual people. D'oh. Who knew?
I know that my job is to listen to them and relax and make room for the truth, and that as soon as I stop freaking out and pushing the issue it will flow and I'll look back on this tantrum someday with sickeningly benevolent eyes. I know that if I stop yammering and listen they'll tell me why this is happening. Right now, I'm too pissed off to give a shit. Right now, they are a pair of prideful and stubborn assholes.
bitch rant,
writing