Had an idea about the plot of South of Nowhere in the tub last night (natch), and today I realized that the reason I probably haven't been able to get much work done on it is that something, somewhere, wasn't working. To figure it out, I hadda go back to my outline/synopsis/whateverthisthingis and work out the storyline a bit, which turned into a marathon session of 2,600 words -- way more than I've written in the last couple of weeks. It got me interested again. Of course, I'm swamped with Real Work right now and might not be able to do much about it, but at least I don't feel like starting a manuscript bonfire anymore.
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