Crisis in Coffeeville

All's well with the world. Serendipity is working magically in my life.
I woke up early this morning to help a friend condense her two storage units.
Road 3 miles to Caffe Mela with thoughts of stopping by the Farmers Market first. I need some farm fresh vegetables for my Penne Chichen Primevara this evening. Yum....
Oh I discover the market doesn't open until 8 o'cock, the time my friend is picking me up.
No worry. I'll just go and start my day the way I usually start it with coffee and writing.
I have a free coffee on the books, so why not a 6 shot latte preparing for the busy day ahead, right?
I start working away on my project creating subplots to carry the story forward.
My friend texts telling me that moving will be postponed until later and she will not need my help. Great! I didn't really want to throw stuff on Saturday anyway.
From behind the coffee bar I hear "Oh no!". The espresso machine breaks down and they can't pour espresso shots. Chez the genius behind the bar begins breaking down the machine while Lizzy tells disappointed caffeine addicts the sad news.
Yeah for my forethought to order my 6 shot latte... Life is good.

Just in.... Chaz is the Man!!!! machine up and running...
Life is really good now...
Your Life - Your Movie!
Namaste Speedo

Muse Independence at Work

I am writing the following to as muse therapy. I have been struggling with the new project for a few weeks. I have the external story nearly nailed but I fall short with the Gates', Main Character, arc cumulating with a metamorphosis in Act 4.

The marriage lasted ten years ending in a messy divorce due to his insanity and infidelity. She looses everything becoming homeless.

In the resolution, Gates exacts revenge on the people who murdered her husband, stole his estate and destroyed his legacy. I am asking myself the big 'why' question. What is the reason she risks her life to bring to justice these people? Why doesn't she just run and hide? Why does trust the system to right its wrongs?

These are questions that plague me today. But you know what? I have found questions to ask. That is my creative independence. My muse needs its agenda free space to work. I use the "30 bad ideas" I learned from Blake Snyder. The more questions I ask, no matter how ridicules the answers, the closer I am to the best answer for the story. The secret is to keep digging deeper.

Hope you find answers to your plaguing questions.

Your Life - Your Rules!
Namaste Speedo