As I was drifting off to sleep the other night, I was plotting, more minutely, the next scene in Julia. I’ve known for a while what was going to happen, but I starting planning details: character movements, dialogue, that sort of thing.
Then, as sleep got closer, I tried to think past that scene to the next one and my gears screeched to a halt, springs sprung about wildly, and steam came out my ears.
Until that moment, I didn’t realize that I was closing in on the climax, a climax I haven’t figured out how to reveal yet, so my brain essentially gave up.
I’m excited, sad, positive I’m missing great swaths of plot and almost paralyzed.