My name is Jen and I have a problem with plot.
It swirls around my head in a haze, but I can’t quite pluck it out of the air.
I’m hungry for more.
I can’t get enough – tension, conflict, action.
I stare into space and giggle uncontrollably, my fingers hovering helplessly above the keyboard.
My cast of characters sit around and do nothing, munching on cheesy puffs, waiting for me to supply more.
But I can’t.
I haven’t got any more.
I don’t know where I can acquire more.
I wrack my brain and roll the ideas around,
but I still have a problem with plot.