Lisa: ...<Sigh>... I dunno, guys.
Gonzo: What?
Lisa: Well... It's just that this scene here... it's not coming at all. I mean, there are SO many scenes that could come so easily right now... but I'm not on those scenes. I'm on this scene. And I really don't wanna write this scene.
Gonzo: So don't write it.
Lisa: Oh, but I have to write this scene, you see. It's a very important scene, especially if I'm going to do the things I'm going to do. This <points at notebook> is very important.
Rowlf: Well, what happens in the scene?
Lisa: See, now there's the trouble. ...I have no idea.
Rowlf: Then how do you know it's important?
Lisa: Just trust me on this one.
Rowlf: Okay...
Lisa: But it's just frustrating. I have so many ideas for so many scenes, and I wanna write those scenes, but I'm nowhere near them yet.
Gonzo: Well what scenes do you wanna write?
Lisa: Well, like... I wanna write... Camilla's big scene in part three-
Camilla: Bagawk BAW?
Lisa: Yes, Camilla, you have- a very big scene in part three, a nice important role. It's relatively short, unfortunately, but you do have it.
Camilla: Bawk!
Lisa: You're welcome. So I wanna write that scene, and I wanna write this other scene that's at about the same time as that, and I wanna write... Well. Actually, I just wanna write part three. I like part three. It's fun. It's all... heart-wrenchy and sweet and cute and lovable. I like part three.
Gonzo: So write part three.
Lisa: But I can't post part three. I have to post part one. I have to post chapter twenty six of part one. I can't just skip forward, it would throw the readers off terribly. Could you imagine, if I went from just meeting the Electric Mayhem in 1973, straight to 2009 with... Mm, how to say this without giving too much away... with Miss Piggy bawling her eyes out in the bathroom? It would be much too confusing.
Gonzo: Why is Piggy bawling her eyes out in the bathroom in 2009?
Lisa: Youuu think I'm going to tell you that? Not- on yourrrrr... life!
Gonzo: Well, it was worth a shot.
Lisa: No, not really.
Gonzo: Oh.
Lisa: But anyway... You don't mind that I'm just rambling, do you?
Gonzo: Not at all!
Rowlf: Nope.
Lisa: Oh good. Because I don't intend to stop. See there's SOOO many good scenes to write, and it's just so frustrating that I'm not at any of them, and I have to get through this stuff that I have no idea what to do with before I can get to any of the really fun stuff. Now why can't readers just sort of telepathically pick up stuff from my brain so I can skip it. That would make it sooo much easier. But they can't, so I have to show it all to them. Which means I have to write two more flirting scenes, at least. And that's really hard.
Rowlf: Why's that?
Lisa: Mm, because I don't flirt? I neeever flirt. I'm never around anyone I want to flirt with. And occasionally someone will tell me that I'm flirting, but I'm not really concious of it. I don't even realize that I'm flirting until they tell me so, it's not even intentional. So I, I really am not the right person to be writing these flirting scenes, but unfortunately I can't just delegate it, you know?
Gonzo: No.
Rowlf: I'll take your word for it.
Lisa: So I'm really just kind of stuck, see. That's why I just wanna get to 1975, because then I'm not stuck anymore! Then I know what I'm doing for just about the entire rest of the series. It's just this beginning stuff that's got me all tied in knots. I don't really know this stuff.
Rowlf: Well, you've been doing pretty well so far.
Lisa: Uh... I've been passing. But I'm really stuck on this one scene I'm in! I feel like I don't really know the characters. How do I introduce characters that I don't know?
Rowlf: You don't know them?
Lisa: Well, I know, I... yuhhhhhhhhh I dunno. I'm just really dissapointed in myself that I haven't made ANY headway at all since I posted today. I mean what the heck is that. I usually make such good progress on this kinda day...
Gonzo: Well judging by your slowness of speech, I'd say you need sleep.
Lisa: <nods> Prooobably. <Yawns> ...Prooobably. I just hope I can actually sleep tonight. And stay asleep. I'm so sick of waking up at six in the morning for no good reason. <stands, stretches, yawns> All right, guys. Good night.
Gonzo: Good night, Lisa.
Rowlf: Night.
Camilla: Buck-buck.
Lisa: You too. ...See ya tomorrow... <Sigh.>