Oh, the drama of it all

I finally admitted to myself that my thesis was crumbling around me. I had all the dialogue, all the emotions, the stage directions, the whole eight yards. That ninth yard, voice, however, was missing. It was missing with a vengeance. My entire world is foreign, and all the characters are at home in it. There's no novice character to whom things will be explained (thus explaining it to the reader as well). There was no hope of adequately writing this society without a Leo Tolstoy voice (he's allowed to have great narrative paragraphs sprinkled liberally through his writing). So I had a long, long, long talk with my advisor. He listened to the problem, and we, together, came up with an effective solution. I need to take the Modernist approach, and follow a single character around, allowing for this character to have internal monologues about the society. Perhaps add an element of rebellion to the mix so there'd be someone out there complaining about society. What I'm about to say may shock some of you. It shocked me. Please don't faint, or call me this evening with "What the Hell did you do!?!?!" I won't have a satisfactory answer for you. I won't even be home until late. There's a meeting tonight. But back to the dreadful decision.

We have decided it would be best to start over. Entirely.

I've kept the prologue and all my notebooks are still intact. The rest is gone. Entirely gone. It's kind of sad, but the fresh start is exciting, and I really think it will be easier to work with this way.

Well, I'm off to eat my dinner. The meeting is soon, and then I lesson plan.

Gargomel has fallen, and he can't get up. How can the Smurfs help him without getting eaten by the cat Azriel?

End.