Today I enlisted my daughter’s help to write my way out of a corner. It seems my protag was trapped in an underground prison with no obvious escape route save through a defunct elevator. I had some vague notions as to how he might win free, but my thirteen-year-old really came through with some solid ideas, at least two of which I used.
It’s wonderful having children. Watching them grow up is bittersweet.
— david j.