I thought I'd break up my parade of robots.
I'm not sure what happened with my writing. It's not happening any more. I have many Sundays worth of Bucks of Stars writing that I haven't bothered to post. Don't worry, you're not missing much: I write a few paragraphs before falling into a deep consternated funk.
"And then something happened" is exceedingly hard for me. I can't do plot. I can't make things happen. My characters sit around and think without acting. I've tried writing exercises and stealing other people's stories, and I always hit a snag where I can't pull free. That's enough. I considered deleting this, but I'll leave it to prove that I do think about writing. I just don't do much of it.