For three days now I have sat in front of the metaphorical blank page, pen poised over the last sentence. It’s not that I don’t know what comes next. I have a whole series of scenes planned ahead of me in my mind, and I know how this chapter builds, develops and ends. However, this scene is like a brick wall, erect and immovable in front of me.

…not even my weekly mix of H2O+Cl yesterday can I get past this. One day I will break past this, but until then, I have that big, wide, blank page to look at…