As a fiction writer, working to develop fully rounded characters with quirks and personality traits that may never actually make it to the page, I find the question of what their favorite car might be, just as important as their favorite movie, book or sport. Perhaps more.
Sometimes, my stories get tangled up in a way I can’t fix. The characters’ meet cute ain’t all that cute. Their black moment is more dishwater grey, and I can’t for the life of me figure out what to do with the ex-husband.
When this happens, it’s important to take a break.