I love it when the Muse spills over.
I've written quite a bit lately. I sat down tonight to transcribe the scribbles to my word document. The muse had other ideas. I found myself writing about something totally different than what I'd put down on my yellow pad.
Now, five hundred plus words later, I sit back and rejoice. It's a great piece to the story. A character whom I thought had stepped away forced himself back, in an entirely different guiise. Only the Muse could have pulled this off. The character is a favorite of many of my critiquers. They'll be delighted to see him again.
Ah - life can be exhilarating.
As for what I'd written before, it will flow from what the Muse did. So, this means another chapter has been finished. This is Chapter Sixteen. Over twenty thousand words so far.
Life is good. Very good.