Stories often turn on a dime.
The plot is headed due east when WHAM!… somebody steps on FDR’s face and all storylines magically spin west.
Unfortunately, this particular coin is notoriously hard for writers to come by.
Yesterday, somewhere on the road between Pine Level, Alabama and Cottondale, Florida the dime for my new story hit me square in the kisser!
Luckily, no teeth were lost in this bout of inspiration.