All writer's hit it. Right now, I'm in the middle of editing and I've run full force into it.

Here I am, ungracefully sprawled against the brick wall that is writer's block.

I'm editing the middle and looking ahead toward the end. There is no light at the end of tunnel yet. But I have some choices, some different paths to take.

I've read somewhere that if all else fails, kill a character. I've read a book where a grandma stepped in out of nowhere and gunned down three-quarters of the main characters with a tommy gun.

I don't think I've hit that point quite yet...but a Pishacha with a sick sense of humor and a herd of wampus cats, well, just maybe . . .