I was right to worry about the emotional arc of this book; it’s definitely wrong.

After a day where thinking was like slogging through the mud, I finally worked up the ambition to actually do some work for my paying job. Unfortunately, things took a wrong turn when I tried something out and discovered, when I tanked the webserver, that it wasn’t a good thing to do. **sigh** Thankfully the administrator is wonderful and recovered things relatively quickly, and even more thankfully nobody is really using the system, yet. So, that adventure didn’t help my ability to think and for the first time in almost a year, I decided to not go to my writer’s group tonight. Finally, kid left for his father’s house, and I have the house to myself, with comfort food for dinner, except I just dumped the plateful onto the floor, to the dog’s delight. **sigh, again**

Anyway, while waiting for kid’s father to come get him, I hid in my bedroom, and suddenly the scene I was worried about sprang to life in technicolor. The scene played through to its logical end, ringing true with its new emotional arc, but now it doesn’t kick off the big plot turning point. The good news is that the new scene I need to add is a delightful instigator for emotionality, except it has nothing to do with the next written scene. So, got another scene to re-play.

And… I just realized that the new scene is the hinge for the mystery that encompasses the four book series. Fudge! Nothing is ever simple.