Way more often that I'd like, a huge case of writer's block sets in. Like now.
I've got two short stories in progress, neither of which is moving forward as quickly as I'd like. I've been stuck with one called My Shirt Talked to Me This Morning for months. The genesis of that story dates back as far at 2007. I even read an opening section of it at a Mississippi Writers Guild open-mic event.
And then there's the much more recent Fermi Diet. I'm closer to finishing it than Shirt. Sometimes, a lack of quiet time gets in the way of my writing, but now it's plot flow. I have everything in place, but I just can't see my way forward to the next page, or scene.
Thanks to my budding-actress-almost-niece Leah Christine Johnson for Facebooking me a little humorous motivation. I thought I'd share, in case any other temporarily-blocked writers were reading my blog. Take a shower and get back to the keyboard!