Let the following random sentence chosen from a book on my bookshelf inspire you. Don’t think; just write.
“She used to bring books there, to read where no one would disturb her, forbidden books like Lady Chatterley’s Lover. She remembered the way her eyes had danced over the pages, dwelling on the most delicious words, like pulsating and tumescent, and the way at the end she would look up and imagine her lover standing at the wheel, the wind pulling at her skirt as they churned through the uncharted sea.”
Emancipation Day, Wayne Grady