So. Word-counts first. I got 1131 words today (fewer than my goal of 1250, but not by much).
I stopped with time still on the clock and some words not yet written because I realized that I took yesterday’s great leap forward, and started driving this novel into an area of fiction in which I do not under any circumstances want to write.
Tomorrow, I’m going to have to start my day by ripping out a chunk of today’s words. Might be as few as 250, might be as many as a thousand.
But the rest of today, I’m going to be thinking about what I can create to replace the part of the story I wrote into that giant pothole, and that I’m going to have to destroy.
Not the best of days.
But at least I caught my error before it ate the second half of Book Three.