Scott had taught himself many crafts in the past but writing was a craft within a craft. He was at the beginning of a long path difficult by anyone's standards. The first step for Scott was always to throw out the rules. He would start in a ruff draft story form. Worrying about fonts, punctuation, and vocabulary would be added throughout the process. The main thing was just to come up with ideas and figure out how to describe a complex reality in an alternate version. A walk into the room full of mirrors finding oneself trapped in the mirror as the alternative version steals the keys and intends to drive it like they stole it.
The runaway imagination taking us to dark and mysterious places. How does one capture the out of body experience in words? Empathetic to the fictional protagonist trials and tribulations Scott was being pulled in. He knew like everything else it was just a hobby. It would take a lifetime to become a master of this complicated craft. To learn any craft is difficult but less of a paradox. A fictional writer might need to become a skilled craftsman to breathe some life into their imaginary cast of characters living in their imaginary world. Usually writing is genre specific but who knows someone could get clever and stretch the rules. Drama with comical aspects or comedy that makes light of otherwise serious matters. To keep from being intimidated by the epic task the ego needs thrown out the window and ran over by traffic a few times. Life is boring without struggle and failure has to become a useful tool rather than a road block. Scott was no stranger to failure and would be willing to risk that old sinking feeling for the slightest chance to succeed.
Success at anything is not a product of chance but a product of calculated risks in Scott's mind at least. Scott wondered if everyone lived in their imagination and who he conversed with must be the most sane representative versions of themselves. Scott's imagination was like the bully looking to put a stick through the spokes of some unsuspecting victims front wheel just to watch the chaos unfold. His representative self was always trying to do what society deems the right thing. His favorite analogy was that of Herman Hesse's "Steppenwolf". The wild beast who made his way to town and took his place on the steps. A life somewhere between the domestic and the wild animal wanting to escape from the protective walled society. Like a lucid dream or transcendental meditation the imagination was sometimes just as real as the reality it reflected.
Scott had some basic plots in mind and would start with the ones he had the most information about. He could start with the aftermath of an event and have the protagonist's narration with a clever slide between first and third person roles. Society is more advanced and the characters in fictional works are becoming more complex. Rooting for the bad guy or gal was usually reserved for horror films but things are not as cut and dry as they once seemed. Scott's imagination has some of it's own ideas it seemed. He could be imagining a scene in a movie and the fictional actors inside his imaginary movie would decide to take a break at an imaginary bar only to decide to go home early that day. He chuckled a little bit at the thought of his imagination having better things to do.