Was in distress, but now okay (I think).

Right now, I'm working on something that's centred on what's pretty much an everyday subject. Turns out, for me, the topic is unexpectedly complicated. I don't want to go into too much detail about it here, because then I'd be writing it twice. But just so you have some idea, it's about human beings trying to behave morally, except that things get in the way: namely our love of sex and romance (and the morally-suspect ways in which we seek and attain those two things). Plus, our desire to be Godly complicates things even further.

When I first set out to do this, I formed my ideas into globs, which I then laid along a certain continuum that I thought would make sense. Next, I took a rolling pin and started flattening the dough, as it were. Starting from the top, I smoothed out the globs so that each glob took on more shape and became joined the glob that came before or after it. However, one very stubborn glob just wouldn't give. After two days of prodding without success, I sent a distress single to my writing partner, who is usually really prompt about coming to my aid regarding anything. But this time he is completely silent on the matter. I'm not sure why he's not responding. I hope it's because he's busy, and not because he hates what he's seen, or worse yet, that because of what he's seen, he thinks I'm completely hopeless and now he hates me.

Anyway. I wish I had more time to work on it tonight, because -- suddenly, all by myself -- I came up with a potential way out of the conundrum I've written myself into. Unfortunately I have to put in some hours at the office tomorrow, which means I have to put this project aside and go to sleep now. But I'm back again the day after, so hopefully the ideas will have gelled in my head even more by then.