My wife had her medieval crafts friends over for dinner (salted pork roast and other delicious things), I helped entertain guests for a change, and it was difficult to figure out what to write tonight again. So, nose to the grindstone, because excuses don’t increase wordcount.
Hey, 20K.
When I get stuck, I try adding something out of the blue that will shake up the main character. (When in doubt, add ninjas) I had to do that a couple of nights ago. My ninja turned out to be a wild boar, which my main character ended up killing with the broken shaft of a wooden pitchfork.