cure for the block

I am in trouble. I cannot continue a story - it has gone cold. The initial burst has faded away like a gas into the atmosphere and I need to reignite it with a spark. I am about to resort to toilet-sitting, which has lead to great ideas in the past. There's something about those tiles...

Normally I would abandon an idea when this happens, but I think I could make this work. Maybe that's the problem right now - I am thinking too much and trying too hard to have a story. I suppose if I keep striking matches against the box one of them is bound to light and then - PHOOF! And by striking I mean not too hard.

What is my obsession with fire and matches lately?

I don't know.

- G ζ.