In which adversity is good for me

[impulsereader]

or at least that's what I'm telling myself.

I am still struggling with Sherlock's parents and this scene. I have given a great deal of consideration to the idea that since I am struggling so mightily I should simply drop it and move on, but I really think it needs to be there.

So, I adopted the view - THROW A GRENADE AT IT - and promptly discovered that my brain is completely capable of taking absolutely anything literally. It gave Sherlock's father a live grenade to play with.

I don't even know.

But - it sort of seems to be working.

So - this is teaching me something. Up until now writing has been all sunshine and roses and happy magical typing which somehow produces funny and interesting things which I enjoy reading, and which at least a few other people also enjoy reading (thank you all, by the way) - fantastic.

Now I'm learning what to do when the typing isn't quite as magical as I might like it to be. It means I'm writing long hand for the very first time (oh gosh, I just remembered and had to modify - for the first time since high school when I was unknowingly writing ST:TNG fic during class [before the internet, or at least my being on it - biggest mary sue ever - seriously, ever]). Somehow this scene makes my eyes skitter away from the monitor when I try to get to work, so pen and paper work better. I'm also spending a lot of time writing out a lot of the same sort of thing over and over - but just slightly differently - as I work out what this needs to look like.

So I'm learning and becoming a better writer. This is the positive thing to focus on as I wrestle this scene into existence. I'm also learning by being forced to think more about the characters of Sherlock's parents instead of allowing them to remain cardboard cut-outs which will serve no purpose other than to trip up Sherlock emotionally. Oh, and to give myself a moment of indulgent praise - I am not hiding from the fact that I need to work on this - I haven't gone haring off to write other things which would be much more fun to work on instead - which I am perfectly capable of doing - but I haven't! This is very encouraging. The end is in sight and I will finish this section so that I can move on to the much more entertaining Baker Street Interludes!

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No trip for me this summer, I'm afraid. The next two months are booked out with my work schedule and weddings and family and community events, plus a week of training that I'm dreading. My agency is putting me up in a four star hotel in Seattle (the good part) but the training is in a modality of therapy that I'm not excited about at all. Not my cup of tea, as it were :-) I will definitely look into pirate camping for next summer, or at least another battle cruise.

I will check out your fic rec - thank you!