So this morning my brain offered up a whole change-of-direction for Hobgoblin, and I’m not even working on that book right now (it’s out with first readers). Okay, interesting, fine, think about it later.
So then this evening, when I was working on The Queen and The Tower (which is due back at the publisher at the end of next month I might add), my brain suddenly came up with a whole series of REALLY GOOD QUESTIONS that entirely tear apart the whole direction the plot is going, in this little thing I’m fixing here in the middle of the book.
Jeez, brain. Really?
I wrote all the questions down on my notes sheet, and sent a despairing message to the universe, via Facebook, involving wine, and am getting lots of nice support there, 🙂 and anyway it’s bedtime, or something close enough anyway.