I can write. I know that, but I’m like a kid who just found dad’s .45 and doesn’t know what to do with it. I’ve got four WIPs and can’t get traction on any of them. One is stranded in Illinois, another has two characters in a dance that only one will survive. I’ve left a nebbish in 1930’s Hollywood about to get in bed with the Mob. One guy is about to find out that the Devil gives real bad advice. I’m blocked because I don’t know where to land. Some of the stories are adventures that I’m on. Others have an ending but the journey is a little wavy. If I am as good as I’ve been told, I should be able to go to any one of the stories and get it moving. I need help, a boot in the rear so to speak. Right now self-motivation is a long way off.