Stuck? Stuck! STUUUUUUUUUUUCK *cue crying and massive freakout* Fortunately, we won't need to call the fire department. Unfortunately, the cure for my personal "stuck" won't be as easy as pouring warm water over my tongue.
I am the last person on Earth to flinch from dropping a building on a character's head. I do that all the time (Hi, Ben! And Alex. And Clint. And pretty much every character I've created ever with the possible exception of my spaceship crew, who seem to exist for the sole purpose of screwball comedy), at least metaphorically.
The problem is that this poor guy got the building dropped on his head in the opening scene, and now I don't know how to make things so very much worse for him. I want to. I need to. I just don't know what the Next Thing should be. It's like my Well of Hurting the Crap Out of My Characters has gone dry or something.
This is bad. This is very very bad.
CRUDBUNNIES.
Okay, the fact that the "frustrated" picture for my mood theme is Obadiah leaning over the character played by
Peter Billingsly fills me with glee. Just sayin'. I solemnly swear that I did not plan that.