Sometimes my writing bores even me, and the words aren't even on paper yet. This is not a good place to be, and usually results in finding ways to avoid writing, until it develops into a full-fledged case of writer's block. That is also not a good place to be. My problem the other day was that a certain scene pretty well had to take place but I couldn't think of a way to make it compelling. Avoidance followed.
Finally I sat myself down and faced the problem. I needed to shake things up a bit, which means I had to throw a new wrinkle into this situation, one the protagonist hadn't seen coming and one that I hadn't seen coming. (I've discovered that the best way for me to surprise my characters is to surprise myself. My mind works in fairly straight lines and I can't seem to come up with plot twists ahead of time.) I dug around for a while, considered various possibilities and then forced myself to pick up a pencil and write. (Yes, I'm old-school. Deal with it.) Sometimes when I'm really stuck, I start out with the simple goal of a single sentence. And then another single sentence. When all goes well, the snowball starts rolling downhill and I'm running to keep up. Which is pretty much what happened the other day. Here is some of the result of my whip-snapping over my recalcitrant muse: