I think the problem is we share the same brain

Ava needs to come home. Now.

I’m stuck in my current work in progress (known in the author-y world as WIP, for future reference). The point in the story when the hero and heroine meet is known as the Meet-Cute. I have that under control. I’ve written 22 chapters of this WIP and now I’m staring down chapter 23 and things are not going well.

I need to manufacture the HEA (happily ever after). I have contrived to get them to the same place. They’re anxiously waiting for me to end their torment and throw them back together. And yet, I just stare at the malevolent blinking cursor and I don’t have the words.

Normally, I’d sit with Ava and talk it all out in our office or Starbucks or when I have her captive in my car. Sometimes I don’t

even need her to talk with me, just sit there and nod and I figure it out on my own. Other times, she’ll point me in the right direction and an epiphany will take hold.

She’s been gone for a week and I’m stuck. Stuck, stuck, stuck.

I’ve tried to make other people pretend to be her, but that’s not working out. I forced our receptionist to sit in Ava’s chair and act blond but I didn’t get anything usable out of it.  I required My Honey to do something similar, but he wanted me to make sweeping changes to fit with his vision, and I’m sure you can imagine how well I took those suggestions.

Every time I think to call the third Quill Sister, I know she’s asleep and I don’t pester her, though I’m certain she’d provide me good counsel.

Tonight I contacted our writer friend Tara Simone and she made a serviceable substitute. (THANK YOU, TARA!)

Thank God cause this story was due like a month ago. No pressure.