The blockage of writers. I need some writer's prunes to g...

The blockage of writers. I need some writer's prunes to get a bit of movement going. Tonight was particularly annoying; I sat watching the screen, a dribble of words drooling across the expanse of white only to retreat again as their lack of inspiration appalled me. So I did a drawing instead. At least I can claw for some sense of accomplishment today.

 The good news is that I think I know what I have to do to get started; leave the main characters alone for a bit and have a bit of fun with 'survivor stories', as this forms a fair chunk of the first act of book two. For tonight, however, here is my boney friend:



 [Ball point pen on paper - A5]