I'm working on a chapter that reminds me of this photo by Andif. Everything is clear on the surface, and it's easy to see what's happening in an "action" kind of way. But the emotions below the surface are murky and indistinct. I can't seem to connect with them. I'd like to be able to plunge my bare hand into the cold water and jerk them up where I can see them. Maybe I'll get lucky and feel them tonight in my dreams. That happened. Once. Until I can feel them as being real, they'll continue to taunt me by staying just far enough away so that I can't tell for sure what they are, and everything in the chapter will feel forced and false. It's like being with a person who's giving you a smile that doesn't reach their eyes. Or like seeing murky leaves through the deceptively clear surface of a stream.
Massive put-upon sigh.