Characters face difficult, even crippling, situations, and yet their reality still continues, steadily marching the plot along and pulling them, kicking and screaming, perhaps, with it.
I spend entirely too much time, when we are going somewhere, wondering how and where I will get my next coffee fix. I believe water was created as a vehicle for coffee. So now what?
Sometimes it seems that I am only thankful when faced with adversity. Appreciative of the days that nothing's gone wrong only when the day seems headed in a downward spiral.
Sometimes, as a writer, you find yourself pouring yourself into a paragraph, a scene—even a chapter. And you reach a point at which you get stuck, and you read it over, and you discover that it just won't work.