This song always reminds me of Chris. If it was the last day on Earth, he would be the person I would want to spend it with. And, considering that today might have been, this indeed became my plan. We hung out and did our usual stuff: errands, cleaning, and working. He on programming, me on writing.
Chris was one of the first believers in my Sleeping Beauty retelling. We would play Tetris for hours and discuss possible plots. If it weren't for these discussions the book would never be as far as it is today - over 51k!
I wrote nearly 2k today and hit a bit of a snag: As I'm approaching the ending, I realized I didn't know... precisely... how it ended. I knew who died and lived (and yeah, I've totally had the death scenes written out for weeks, because that's how I roll), but beyond that... not a clue.
But we just went outside and walked around the yard in the dark, and figured out the whole, twisted ending, with hidden motivations that could surface in a sequel. And that made me incredibly happy.
The process of coming up with a plot is long, slow, and yes, magical. It's a type of faith, to go into a story with only the most basic of plot points, and trusting your own subconscious to fill in the rest. Often I go into a story with no real idea of what will come next. But it does come. Miraculously, the story works itself out.
Of course, it does help when you have someone to bounce idea off of :-)
One of the better Fauxpocalypses, I believe...