This fight scene just will not end. I’m trying to milk it for dramatic impact – I already can tell you Anne will come back and say things like, “I do not feel personally connected to this slaughter” – and I am officially exhausted. I spent three days on it. I think I would rather have this fight at this point than find a creative way to describe it anymore. I have confiscated all of the wooden spoons in the house and have watched enough sword fighting clips to make my head explode. The children have watched us kick each other in the kitchen in an attempt to make it “realistic.”
What is worse, Kate is watching the fight, for she is trapped, and so I can’t just do that thing where she sinks into it.
Oy. I think I am finally close to the end. I just want to get this fight done. End already. I’m like Prince Humperdink. (Sorry, was tired. )
Sheriff of Nottingham in that Kevin Costner Robin Hood movie, where he loses his patience and starts screaming at the priest during the marriage ceremony. “Man and wife! Man and wife!”
Man and wife! Rocks fall. Everybody die the heroic death already so I can have this other character kick your corpses and be frustrated. I have important conversation to write after this. So I promised you a post, but I am so brain dead. Sorry, raincheck