I spent this past Saturday with that delightful Canadian, Ash Miller, as we discussed a film script and tried to plot it out. (You can see a photo of our writing session from this past Mundane Monday post.)

We had a plot fairly quickly, based on the research that Ash had done and after that it was a matter of fleshing out the characters.

But then we came to a sticking point: Why a certain event takes place without it seemingly being cliched.

I've spent the past few days trying to come up with something, but in reality every time I think about it, nothing pops into my mind that's related to the film script.

I have had ideas for some comedy sketches instead, which I suppose isn't a total loss, but it wasn't the aim of the thinking time. Maybe I should just stop thinking about it and good things will come.

Or maybe Ash can think of a solution all by herself...

And I can just buy the drinks.

... Time: 12.01am...

Words written... 0.

I'm here at the Everyman in Liverpool with a great bunch of people.

Time to Knuckle down and write.

... Just wish I had a plot.