If you're not quite understanding the intent, then maybe this tiny little info dump will help.
Back in the spring of 2007, I was working on a novella called Cedar Mountain. It was a crime novella of sorts and I was happily plugging away without a care to the world (unlike now, I hadn't a clue on how to write) when I somehow wrote myself into a bad corner with seemingly no escape possible. For about two weeks, I tried to figure a way out of it, but to no avail. Frustrated beyond capacity, I took to the Internet, and the rest as I'm wont to say, is history (yeah, you really don't want me to give you the one page synopsis of how I got to be talking to you today, now do you?).
Not only is it history, but as the title up above indicates, I done gone experienced deja vu. At the exact same spot. With the exact same problem. Within the exact same scene.
Honest and for true.
In 2007, I was at a pivotal scene that next dovetailed into the ending. The scene was the female MC Erica, was theoretically driving the male MC Jon to his parents house, but the directions she was given had her driving him elsewhere. Jon had a key confrontation with Erica over the destination. Additionally, the drug dealer that was trying to do a hostile takeover of Bradley's drug operations was attempting to implement the 3rd part of his plan by getting Bradley to come to him (Bradley is Erica's violent boyfriend/Jon's boss). Within this drive-by mangled wreckage of a scene is where I became collateral damage.
Fast forward to 2014.
I am chest wader deep with this novella, now titled It's Just Business, in that I've been rewriting it from scratch. Using the original story as a basic outline, I've been tweaking some parts, keeping others as is and completely severing others from the story. However, once again I am stuck in the exact same spot with the exact some problem, although it's a tad worse than expected. Because I'm rewriting this novella, the particular part where I'm now stuck, while technically part of the story, will cease to be in its current form.
What does this mean? Well, it means I have to decipher roughly 6 pages of gobbledy-gook and figure out not only what the hell it was that I wrote, but what it was exactly that I conveyed with what I wrote. If you keep in mind that the key elements that make a good story a good read were basically non-existent for me in 2007 (because I didn't know what the hell I was doing), then you have a solid grasp of the issue that I'm facing right now.
Because in order for me to move forward and complete this rewrite, I need to do my best impersonation of Jules daring Brad to say "What?" one more time so that I can make myself explain to myself the rationale to what I had written.
Tell you what, check out this nifty video, which should ease any confusion that you might have, because you know that music can cure any confusion that you might have.
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