It's been one of those terribly frustrating (writer's) days - feeling good and with time to be creative, yet nothing comes. I have my amateur sleuth sitting in his car watching the bad guys who have abducted a couple of young women. Yet no one is moving. The bad guys and their "cargo" are in a limo down a laneway; my man Peter is in his car in the street, watching and not knowing what to do next. Something's got to happen, someone's got to move. I wish they'd hurry up and decide and let me know so that I can continue telling their story.