I sit poised at the keyboard. I have 2 scenes left in this chapter, waiting their final words. My hands poised and ready, fingers itching to go…. I know the scene well as it has played out in my head a thousand times… and yet, the final outcome falls short of my expectation. I rewrite, rewrite again and nope…. it’s never what I imagine it to be. It’s either contrived, doesn’t share the emotional impact it needs to show, or shows so much it feels fake. I feel the criticalness of balance. And unfortunately this is one of those crucial scenes that is a pivotal piece of the story structure.  If a restaurant scene isn’t working, as the writer and inventor of the story, I can simply decide they go to a movie instead…LOL.  Being the writer has its perks…. Not so here, this is a pivotal piece of the story, this is ONLY what happens here and in order to share the story, I must get this down correctly….*sigh*…. I will press onward, staring at the keys, calling for the voices in my head to play the movie again.