You know how it is when a brilliant plot line comes to you in the middle of the night, when you’re half asleep, after a long day of writing.
A long day maybe, but not much writing, because the current plot line heading towards the end doesn’t gel.
I write a page or three, toss it. Another page, toss it. Another two pages, toss it.
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.
Another secondary character wants to come out and play a bigger part, except that to do this I have to go back and seed a few pointers so that the revelation doesn’t seem skewed, or worse, coming out of nowhere.
No sleep tonight, have to sow the seeds while it’s fresh in my mind.
Seriously, with only seven days to go and this pops into my head?