My writing progress for the week, told in the form of a symbolic story:
I’m riding along on my bike, trailing happily, looking at the view. It’s stunning. Full of wildflowers and bright green grass. I ride faster, spurred by the cool breeze and sunshine. The bumpy road doesn’t deter me. In fact, it only exhilarates me further. The world is now a blur of color as I zoom by. Flying. Going fast.
…
Too fast.
…
Can’t stop.
…
Is that a-
Wait, no-
Crap.
…
*BRICK WALL*
The End
And that’s still where I am. At the brick wall. Wondering why on Earth my story just stalled. It’s like my characters decided to take a vacation and didn’t leave a number. *shakes head* I wrote two entire scenes where their bodies were present, but their souls were GONE. Now I’m worried.
Maybe I can put out an ad:
WANTED- Loyal characters willing to trust their master and obey her. Promise of true love and happiness. Must be willing to suffer terrible, life altering trials first. Threat of death always imminent if master is displeased.
What? Don’t think that’ll attract any attention? 
Have a splendid Friday, folks!
