When writing a book, it is all about the journey. Even a humor novel based on trailer trash, missing teeth and navigating dog shit in the yard has to take the reader some place.
Which is why I am blocked.
Where the hell am I taking these people other than the market to pick up Captain Crunch, Bosco and a carton of generic cigarettes? There has to be some sort of growth other than the one growing on the back of the antagonists ear due to bad hygiene and an inflamed pore. Each chapter need to bring the reader closer to a resolution besides the protagonist finally getting her stolen EBT card back from her ex boyfriend who lives in a Who Farted tee shirt and Pathmark pick a pair flip flops.
Well even though I am shelving yet another one, I did get a small blog entry out of it so it wasn’t entirely pointless.