Getting Stuck

Today, in working on a story, I did the scroll-down-to-the-document’s-end thing, in the hope of finding notes to tell me where the story should go, or least push it through to the another scene. Sadly, I found nothing. So I switched gears and worked on three short-shorts, all of which went well.

One of them includes a dog, which has been a common component of my recent writing. It’s becoming a bit much. I’d hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but I have no other choice than to issue a moratorium on four-legged characters in my writing. Perhaps I should set limitations of my stories’ settings. Nursing homes, hospitals, restaurants; places where dogs are verboten.