I’m working on a story. The working title is A Perfect Day. It’s the story of two guys having breakfast. No, it’s the story of one guy having breakfast with his friend Bill. In the drafts and notes I’ve worked on so far, the narrator does not give his name, but I’ll call him Q here.

Q has an idea of who he is, where he is, how his day should start, how his breakfast should be cooked, and what is going to happen during the day, so that it can be perfect. Things start out OK, but things fall apart. He didn’t count on memory being a part of things, or a dark and driving rain.

What I’m thinking about tonight is how to drive the story towards a point that covers the emotional ground between here and there, but still winds up at some reasonably hopeful point in the road.