Here I go again.  I stare at a blank page on my screen wondering what I’ll write to fill it.  I type in the chapter number.  I hit the enter key twice, and then tab.  Hmmm, do I begin this one with dialogue?  Maybe I need to set the scene first.  I scratch my head, adjust my chair, walk to the kitchen, and pour another cup of coffee.  Sitting in my chair again, I stare at the monitor.  My brain screams, “Type something you idiot!”

     The quick brown fox….  “Not that.  Quit playing around and get to work.”  Delete, delete, delete.  The air smelled of…of…hmmm, what did it smell of?  Was it night?  Day?  Delete, delete, delete.  When he sat up, the strong odor of gasoline assaulted his nose.  He moaned.  “You’re getting warmer.”  Funny.  Ha ha.  Delete, delete, delete.

     The side of his face felt warm, sticky, he knew it was blood.  His brain hammered against his skull in time to his heartbeat.  At least he had a heartbeat.  “I should’ve known better than to follow the dame into a dive like that.”  But, she was all curves and….All right now we’re getting somewhere.