I’m going through writers’ purgatory right now, banging my brain against plot ideas swirling around my head like an emptying toilet bowl.
I’m trying to do the Mary-impossible: plot something before it’s formed in my mind. I’m so dang bad at it, I want to SCREAM! I know, I know. I need to go over to Randy’s website and start snowflaking.
So what to do? I’m going to pray. Perhaps the Lord will drop a plot in my wee brain as one of His many graces to me. Or maybe this is one of those times I sit in my chair and hack it out, word by word, idea by idea. Or maybe I should retire and move to Jamaica!