Where do all the socks go?

Where do all the socks go?

I mean seriously, where do they all go?  

I purchased 5 new pairs a little over 2 weeks ago and I can’t find a single pair.  I know they've been washed, I did the washing.  But searching through the clean washing that’s waiting to be sorted, I can’t find a single pair.

If it was just one missing sock from a pair then I’d assume the washing machine ate it, or that the washing machine is in fact a portal to another dimension, or possibly some crazy organic/mechanical hybrid that subsists on a diet of single socks, because eating a pair would just be greedy?  But no, there is not a single sock to be seen, let alone a pair!  

Very strange, very strange indeed.

Another one of life’s mysteries that will just have to wait to be solved, until I can find a pair of socks at least.

A funny thing happened on the way to the document...

Writing is a funny thing.  Some days you have pages and pages of stuff, all trying to get out at once.  Other days, trying to coax a sentence or two out into the light can seem like an exercise in futility.  Both of these extremes can be maddeningly frustrating.  Not being able to get things down quickly enough or struggling to get anything down at all can make you feel like pulling your hair out at times.  

But the one that I find most frustrating isn't either of these.  Instead, it’s the issue I have at the moment.  And that issue is the whole reason I’m writing this down instead of working on my script.  In essence it’s quite simple.  I have a scene in my script that is filler.  It’s meant to show the mundane, to let the audience relate to the protagonist with something that a lot of people do.  The lecturer who read the script yesterday (the script is part of a Uni assessment) pointed this out to me.  He could see what I was trying to achieve with it, but it needs to be better.  The scene really just doesn't cut it.  

My first reaction was to do just that.  Cut it, drop the scene entirely.  It doesn't work in the way I intended.  And while I may still do that, the lecturer suggested that instead I rewrite it, find another way to show the audience what it is I want to show them rather than lose it altogether.  This is where I run into my problem of course.  I've spent most of last night and this morning trying to come up with a new scene, or rework the existing one and I just can’t come up with anything.  

And it is slowly driving me nuts!

So instead of thinking about it further, I decided to write about it.  It may have no impact at all, in fact, I may just be putting off the inevitable and have to cut the scene anyway, I don’t know, but in the act of writing, I'm just hoping that something, anything, pops in this head of mine and I can find a way around this little hurdle.  Until then I’ll keep banging away at the keys and see what happens.