Sometimes writing is just weird.
Like when you've finished doing a hard edit on a chapter, you decide to sketch out some of the ideas arising from that chapter, and instead you find you've spent a day writing a 7500w chapter that ties in a few things in subsequent chapters.
As a structuralist who believes in planning down to the last possible detail before writing a word, this kind of thing annoys the hell out of me.
As someone who detests the whole 'let the characters go wherever' fantasy, this infuriates me.
And yet here I am, an interim chapter drafted out and ready to fill in some gaps I hadn't realised were there on the first parse of Jim'n'Lia's story.
The moral of this story? Sometimes you have to swallow your intentions and let your subconscious go places.
If you need to, you can always delete later and pretend it never happened.
Neen