When you write a scene and name it "road trip" because you just made life impossible for your characters and they're supposed to do a tactical repositioning to the rear (read: leave town till the heat dies down), BUT one of them flatly refuses and then convinces all the others why staying is a good idea and even comes up with a better way to deal with the issues and you're just sitting there thinking what just happened and now I need to re-plot this thing -- well, that's how you know you're a discovery author, aka a pantser ;-)
On the plus side, the draft for In Victrix is almost finished (I swear). Felix has already been to the sewers, has managed to find an excuse to gate-crash a private club (thankfully not a brothel this time), and despite all my complaints that he's not following the script he has solved the issue practically on the way out with a well-placed knee to the groin.
All that remains is for me to write the bloodbath of a grand finale and kill someone who's been there from the start... But don't worry, I got Scotch and chocolate to deal with it.
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