Spent another almost two hours tonight on that same scene. And I still don’t have it quite right.
To recap, this was a throw-away scene. I knew when I was first writing it that it was nothing — it was for my own fun and enjoyment.
Except that when I came back to it in the second draft, I realized it was something more than I first thought.
However I just can’t seem to grasp yet. I don’t get it — it’s a pitiful, drunken scene. Dark. Murky. But I have a feeling that in all that dirt, there may be a few gold flakes. Flakes that have to reveal themselves in 1,500 words or less.