Presently I’m facing the prospect of writing a particular chapter of a WIP. In the simplest terms, this chapter's about four guys in the 19th Century staging a hold-up of a coach carrying a large quantity of gold and then escaping with the loot. In more complex terms, it’s about why the gang leader wants the gold in the first place, it’s about his recruiting of three others from various locations in his vicinity, including having to sell one of the potential members on the idea of participation in the robbery, it’s about the plans made regarding the spot where the hold-up will take place, it’s about the complexities of harness and how to unharness four horses from the coach and drive them off so the guards will have no immediate means of giving chase, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. And you’re trying to tell me I need to have a deep burning desire inside me to write this? Well, from where I stand, the prospect of writing it is daunting. It’s going to be plain hard work, with my head in the research bucket every few minutes. I’ll need to research gold, and psychology, and salesmanship, and geography, and harness-making, and climate, and horses, and guns, and horseshoes, and 19th Century clothing, and etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Then I’m going to have to make sure about my POV as the scene progresses, and that the story hangs together and has no plot holes, and that it makes sense, and myriad other writing matters. I hate work. I’d much rather slope off to a forum any day.