Then Again, Maybe Not

So remember how I said that my plot fell into place, and everything was going swimmingly?

                            

Yeah.


The fundamental thing - who my character was - it was just too much. Too much. I couldn't wrap my little pea brain around it.


This morning, TWP and I had a little knock down drag out about it. I usually get all indignant and self-righteous about things, explain myself loudly, and generally cause TWP to want to smash his phone into a gajillion tiny little pieces. Once I've had a chance to explore my own take on his ideas (which I hate in the beginning!), calm down, and have a cup of tea, I usually see that he has a point. Usually. Which is lovely.


The hybrid style works for us. He sees things that I don't, and vice versa. What's great is that we both recognize that sometimes the only way to get to what you need is to tell the other person that their ideas are stupid, and to not take that personally.


So, that's the story of how my main character got an overhaul on my very productive morning commute.