My new story was going so well, then all of a sudden, nothing. Maybe it was the nice weather. I would so more rather be outside working on something, than sitting in front of a computer daydreaming. I don’t think it is writers block; I think it is rebellion.
Abby and Michael are staying in his parent’s tavern and have just spent the night bundling. Now they are on their way to retrieve the sawmill parts from the ship docked near by on the Hudson River, and here my daydream stops. Maybe I should go on to something else.
How does one haul saw mill parts, what ever they might be, through a wilderness where no trail exists? How do you make it interesting, entertaining and adventuresome? Help, I need inspiration.