./me hands you snow shoes and a sled.
Snow is good... cold is bad. If only snow could exist without the cold...
You said: "I have about 12 chapters done, and am now stuck! I promised myself I would leave it for a week, check out writers forums on the internet, get some moral support, and go from there."
I love how you speak like writing is an addiction (And of course it is). Only writing is the good kind of addiction, right?
--(Woops. Look what you inspired...)--
Frank has just finished rehab. He steps outdoors, breathing in the cool, crisp air. Mark walks past him.
"Hey Frank! Long time no see! How you doing?" says Mark.
"Good, good," replies Frank, a bit awkwardly. He was a bit embarressed to be caught outside the rehabilitation center by his old college buddy.
"Oh! You just got out of rehab, too?" continues Mark, completely oblivious to Franks discomfort.
"You've been in rehab?" says Frank, becoming slightly less uncomfortable.
"Yep! Didn't cure me, though."
"Oh. I'm sorry. Alcohol addictions are tough to get over," says Frank knowingly.
"Alcohol? I'm not addicted to alcohol."
"Heroin?"
"Worse."
Frank looks at Mark incredulously.
"What, then, is it you are addicted to?"
"Words," says Mark cheerily, clapping the thunderstruck Frank on the back as he walks away.
Sorry... I couldn't resist.
Good luck with your story! Hope it turns out the way you want it to
. Don't go too long without feeding that addiction of yours... You wouldn't want to get cranky.
