I'm not sure exactly what that phrase means, in the weeds, but chefs who are in trouble use it repeatedly on Top Chef. You'd think they'd use a cooking metaphor, like 'in the boiling water' or 'at the bottom of the pot of chili.' Maybe not.
I'm still working on the ending of my current WIP, which has been the theme of most of my posts since mid-May.
I had three chapters to go the last time I posted here. Then I wrote four chapters. One was hand-written in a doctor's office while I was waiting to drive a friend home after a procedure. My daughter was with me and worked on her summer assignment for one of her AP history classes. She kept interrupting me to ask questions about history, questions I couldn't answer.
Despite the interruptions, I got it done. I made a change to the previous chapter and finally got to the climax. Now I need to write two more chapters to close it.
Last night at writing class, I read chapter two of my previous manuscript out loud to my small group. They only laughed a little. The chapter isn't especially funny. It isn't meant to be. But there's one thing missing in this chapter, the one thing that, when fixed, will make the novel much better. I didn't see it until I read it last night. My impulse today is to put my WIP on hold and make the change to my previous ms. But I won't. I can't. I need to write those last two chapters first.
I need patience, lots of patience, a quality I don't possess.
So I declare myself in the weeds, not in trouble, just busy, too busy to look up. I promise I'll visit and comment when I get it done. I don't think it will be today. Hopefully tomorrow. Maybe next week.