Well. Here we are. My long time "why don't they do this?" disaster movie idea has officially become a whole thing I'm writing. What started as a conversation about a lifelong fear of volcanoes somehow turned into a fully developed concept with a logline, a three-act structure, a character framework, and science I've actually spent real time verifying. It is so much fucking fun.
The writing process on this one has been different, and I've been trying to be careful about that. Every creative decision, the concept, the title, the characters, the ending, came from my own instincts. I keep arguing with Claude to keep their grimy mitts off the story. Finally figured out a special instructions prompt that stops that (plus the hallucinations and the annoying positivity). Using it for research, fact-checking, and note-keeping. It is like having a research assistant who cannot touch the manuscript.
The main character is a woman over fifty in a wheelchair with an orange tabby cat. She is the most important person in the airport.
More updates as I figure out what I'm doing.