Note to future self: Need time machine yesterday

So having figured out that I was trudging up the wrong path, and therefore scrapping what there was of Chapter 9 so far, I figured that if I could just write 500 words a day for the rest of the month, I could still make quota, or at least come pretty close. The first day went well; the second day went really well, and soon I was... back to the word-count I'd been at a few days previously, before the scrape-and-restart. (Yay?) And yesterday wasn't bad, though by the time I hit 430 words my brain was wrung so dry my frontal lobe was cramping.

As a sign that I'm on the right track, yesterday evening I realized that I didn't know what the next scene was. Two minutes later, I did. (Yay!)

(I also realized that in taking the stuff out of the previous chapter that my main character could only know if she'd read the script, I'd also taken out something that really did need to be there. Shuffled around a couple paragraphs and tucked the small-but-key info back in, and I think it flows better now anyway. So nice catch there, brain.)

Today my brain wants to play hooky. This is why the 500/day plan was a shaky one; it's not the 500, it's the every day. I really did need to do some research for the next bit (location scouting-by-proxy, also an audio interview to get a certain character's voice right), but my brain is entirely too happy about having the excuse. I may have to speak sternly to it later.