I can only hope that kicking it around for so long today (not to mention writing out and rearranging a plethora of multicoloured Post-It notes, and talking things through with Plot Dog and Dialogue Monkey (don't ask)) will have activated the old unconscious processing, and that things will look better in the morning.
Whether or not things seem better, I really must try to catch up while I've got the chance, which effectively means writing a good few thousand words tomorrow. I'm not sure I'm going to manage that, really. But I've got to try. Apparently the real target in week 3 -- which I'm fast running out of -- is to make 35,000 words. And I've only got 26,698 right now.
Favourite line of the day:
“I'm a psychiatrist. I'm not going to hurt you.”
“There's a non-sequitur if ever I heard one.”