I can not think of one single thing to write, and that’s Barbara Kingsolver’s fault. I always suffer from a touch of writer’s block when I’m reading one of her novels (The Lacuna is the one I’m working on right now) because DAMN. That woman can WRITE, you know?
Then stay far, far away from The Blind Assassin. Because DAMN.
One of my weekend projects will be to write all of her similes on separate notecards and then study what makes them so brilliant.
I have about five or so of her books. If you want I can send them your way.