For two whole days I had this scene that I just couldn’t make work.  The heroine needed to take out her nasty brother who, as it happens uses dark magic.

I would write a few hundred words, and then delete them.  Then try it from a different angle, nope, I’d have to take that out as well.  On and on this went.  I decided that I’d step back and take a breather.  I fed my sheep, wove some sweaters, and planted some corn to feed to my chickens later, the usual stuff on Country Life.  Didn’t work for me, but I was able to expand my farm and make a little coin as well.

I sat back down at my computer last night and decided this is stupid; I should be able to have one female superwoman take out a single man.  I carry a gun for a living for Pete’s sake, I have been trained and certified by the State Police to shot a Glock, I’ve also been trained and certified on the usage of OC spray, and I can disarm, apprehend, and handcuff a bad guy.  Easy, right?  Apparently not!

So sitting there I realized I had a victim, err my husband in the other room.  He’d be willing to take one for the home team to help out his loving wife! Why sure he would!

I had him come into the dining room where I was working, or in this case not working.  I explained my plot, what I needed and stood to work through the issues on him, sorry with him not on him. 

Background is needed here.  He was in the kitchen at two o’clock in the morning baking an apple caramel pie for our daughter Daniy.   See, on Friday nights our children and grandchildren converge at our house for one of his home cooked meals, (this week it’s fried chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, green beans, cornbread and the pie) conversation and naturally good natured teasing.  It is also a known fact that if anyone wants something specific, just let Daniy know and if she approves, that will be Friday night’s dinner.

I digress.  Anyway, I tell him what is happening and what I need from him.  So I stand up to work through the issue.  And it worked!!!  I thanked him very nicely and he hobbled off to the kitchen limping to finish the pie.  I love him very much, but I did feel slightly justified for hurting him just a little, I wanted a cherry pie. 

Now I have moved on from Chapter Nineteen and have made good headway into Chapter Twenty-One – yes I can count, but I had a flow that wouldn’t stop.

Have a good day everyone!

Kathi