The other night my family and I are sitting down and having dinner and discussing my latest WIP (Work In Progress) - Island Of Regrets.
The story involves only two characters and one setting (two people alone on an island).
The dinner conversation goes along something like this.
ME: I now have my two characters at the point where I am sure they would kill for a cheeseburger. (This after mentioning that the characters had a pork dinner because one of them did manage to kill a pig on the island).
Youngest Family member: So why don't they just have a cheeseburger instead.
Me: Because there are no cows on the island, so that means they don't have hamburger or anything dairy.
Youngest: Well, they could grind up the pig and use it to make burgers.
Wife: That wouldn't be hamburger then.
Me: Nope, and one other problem, at least one of them has no idea how to make bread either.
Dramatic Pause.
Me (again): The one who doesn't know how to make bread would be the author.
Oldest kid and wife almost choke on dinner. Youngest doesn't get it. I explained to him that anything the author does not know, the characters don't know. He finally got it.
The WIP is progressing well. I got 3000 words done on it today and reached a crucial point in the story. It's almost done. So happy.
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