pen and ink
Today I sat under a tree on the campus of Boston College with a yellow lined pad and a really cheap pen. This, because I left my computer back at the place we're staying and I had an hour to kill. I had no real thought of writing a scene or anything of that order, and found, as I sometimes do, that pen and ink are a good way to break through problems.
Hannah is in a situation just now and I have been unsure of her actions and reactions, but after writing just a few sentences -- or really, questions to her directly -- it suddenly sorted itself out in my head and I found the whole scene ready to be birthed. Right there on that rather uncomfortable bench on a hot summer day.
I don't really understand why this works sometimes (and other times, does not work) but it's a nice surprise when it does.
Tomorrow the others are going to run around Boston, and I'm going to sit down and write. I lived in Boston for a year and I know it pretty well and really, I'm not so interested in seeing the tourists stuff themselves into Faneuil Hall. So I'll ice my very sore knees and write and hopefully get all this stuff in my head down in a form that works.
And then we're off to Manhattan.