It all comes down to words.

Words dispensing dialogue and imparting information (the alliteration ailment returns) comprises the foundation of storytelling.

Why it’s so challenging to string together enough words to create the story is a mystery in and of itself. Of course, the trick is to assemble a logical sequence of words in the right order so sense can be made of the narrative arc.

So, the (curiously counterclockwise) spiral into that murky pool of perpetual state of non forward motion continues. The aftershocks from the Real Life Brigade implosion created concurrent ripples within ripples within the time/space continuum, leading to more internal plotting and pondering and not so much external actual!writing. In that hopefully-not-so-fatal free fall, characters, sequences of events and narrative arcs are in a state of reassessment, as the remaining quasi-sane plot bunnies bounce haphazardly down the rabbit hole, hoping for clarity.

In other words, not…