I’ve been in this position before. It’s the doldrums. I sit here with no wind in my sails, drifting in circles.
I’ve sent my characters on a road trip, but all I’ve written about is the road, not the trip.
Molly had always wanted to see the ocean, but they had better chances of survival by going north. North towards Compton, but first across neutral lands that refused to be governed by any political body larger than their own settlements, and by doing so had cut themselves off from most advances in technology. The train line ended where the electrical grid ended, and the dirt roads began.
The thought of adding a ninja attack is beginning to have some appeal.