The Boy

The spring and summer have been crazy. Much of my time has been taken up with daily filler. Now my family--all of them--is away at camp for the next four weeks. I get to balance out searching for a job with jump-starting the book project. Even driving home from dropping the kids at camp, I was worried about dividing the time. But now I know that it's possible. Had a good, yet tired, day working on the new plan. Quiet meal at Little Saigon. Tomorrow back to the Ice Chamber.

I can feel the tectonic plate shifting. The elements have been there, just dormant. Swimming. Holding pattern.

Today I drew a diagram of the primary and secondary chars. It's funny, the Spy keeps moving further away from the center. Today: the boy, Adara, el Patroncito. They represent the hub. I don't know if this is the right direction or not. I'd like to create an abstract logic right away in which nearly anything could be plausible while still maintaining a human character-ization.

The boy needs Adara. She tutors him. Why does he have to live with anyone? What if he lives on his own? You see. I bury myself with the details of life when the story is stronger parallel to life. Tangent.