write(?) / feel (?) / feral morkie

Fact: the length of these posts is indicative of the quality of the morning's progress on the MainFictionThing(s) / the work at hand: short here = long there; long here...

Not that these are an "instead of" – rather, they are a tool to clear away cobwebs and to write something, anything. But, as of this morning at least, I'm still staring at screens / scribbling by hand (or what remains of my hand – my left one, the dominant hand, naturally – after The Morkie went feral (again) yesterday morning (she takes her status as eldest dogchild (much too) seriously, RESPECT MY AUTHORITAW, etc etc) and I had to step in and break it up; handwriting not happening for a bit), in search of that rhythm that brings it together. And I'm not hearing or feeling it. Yet.

Question I wrote to myself in large block all-caps: WHAT DO I NEED TO WRITE TO FEEL THIS? (Alt, I suppose: WHAT DO I NEED TO FEEL TO WRITE THIS?)

Rewatched THE FUGITIVE for the umpteenth time this weekend and it remains one of my favorite films (need to publish a list of those sometime). Everything just works, clicks – in spite of apparent production issues with the script leading to Tommy Lee Jones and Harrison Ford rewriting much of it on the fly: let them rewrite more things. All the things.

Like this thing.