I decided that in order to draw people in to my little town of Judybrook like lambs to the slaughter I have to engage them with a central character. Not just one they identify with, but one I can relate to too. If I get bored they get bored.
Luckily in the shower last night I had some ideas. The shower is still where I do my best thinking. If water restrictions come back in California I’m screwed as a writer.
Chapter 3 is in the can. The story is starting to form like a star from a cloud of interstellar dust.