Not only does the reality of life get in the way of writing, so does plot holes, and I guess this is why, in this sort of writing situation, it doesn’t pay to go back and read over some of what’s written.
And now wish I hadn’t.
The purpose of the exercise it to move forward, and I’m trying to, but the fact is, my subconscious was working overnight and pointed out a problem.
Why couldn’t I just wake up and imagine I was a No 1 bestselling author?
I tried to leave it along, but it wasn’t going to happen. I had to fix it before going on.
It added a few hundred words, well below quota, so now it’s burning the midnight oil yet again.