My writer's block seems to have come to a temporary end - I've just spend the last three hours writing a monologue about a guy trapped upside down in a crashed Rover 75, haflway down an embankment in the countryside.

In between wondering exactly how badly injured he is and observing what the red squirrel eating his peanuts is doing, he talks about his daughter and her boyfriend.

It seems fairly promising. Hopefully the ending isn't too obvious.