I just discovered my iTouch has a timer. It’s even preset to go off in fifteen minutes. Perfect. I’m working on the next scene, and thought because I can’t seem to get it to work right, that I’d set my timer and write about it for a while. The protagonist goes off to find an antagonist, but in the original draft, she found the antagonist kind of standing around (alone) like she was waiting for an attack. Yep, very logical.
Now, I’ve thought of a fairly major change for the beginning, which could work in well with this scene. There is this tunnel from a club that the protagonist owns (well, she will once re-writes are completely finished). Originally, they found evidence of the antagonist under the club in an earlier scene, but I’m thinking to change that. Now I need to decide whether the entire upcoming scene takes place inside the tunnel, in the basement of the club, or outside the tunnel.
It could make quite a bit of difference to how the protagonist acts. If it is outside, she isn’t yet aware of the fact this tunnel leads back into her own business.
If it in the tunnel, there is confinement to deal with. I’m also not sure how many back up players the antagonist has with her. Originally, she was alone, but that might not be the best way to handle things. Extra strength means a prolonged battle. So it could start outside. The main characters could be examining the entrance to the tunnel and are attacked. They engage in battle outside, but as the fight grows, they move down the tunnel, thus into the protagonist’s business (almost like her home), although she doesn’t know this yet.
Question, once she realizes where she is, if she’s still engaged in a fight, how would she react? Would she pause? Because her business attracts human clientele, she’d be worried that they might discover who she is. I know how the end of the scene plays out to a certain extent.
Beginning of the scene:
…and a towering dirt bank with a small hole. Pushing past the fig tree, water dripped off the bucket-sized leaves and overripe figs squished underfoot. The hole didn’t look like much of anything, the kind of thing a small furry creature might call home. Nikolai pressed on the bank, and muddy dirt oozed away, revealing a slightly larger opening, but nothing substantial.
“Do you really think anything other than a rabbit went through there,” I asked.
Okay, that’s fifteen minutes. And I think it helped.