I have this annoying habit of creating a skeleton for a story and not being able to create flesh for it. Here's an example: I loved that boy, he gave me joy. He took my breath away, knocked me off my feet. But there'd come a day, when he'd blow me mind, and my heart would cease to beat. But he'd leave me behind. (chap one) Have I lost my mind? What is this life? Where is my love? Why am I not his wife? He's all I dream of, but i'm the wrong kind. (chap two) Oh, back you come! Am I this dumb to keep you in my heart. But away you'll start. Run to your love, fly my dove. (chap three) I can live, I can learn. My heart will give, but it shall burn. I wave my hand and sit on this land, crying silently but cursing violently. (chap four) Oh happy day! I knew you'd be gay. Being merry while I'm contrary, that's how you've always been. And I'm in this hell you threw me in. But, with the rise of the moon, I shall recover soon. (chap five) It's for a story called "Curiosity Killed the Kat," I know exactly where I want to go with the plot, but can't seem to do with it. Any advice?