The Blog That (might have) Saved My Story #MyWANA #amwriting

Rydal Mount garden path,
Grasmere, England. I could've taken
it, but it went on forever, and I
was with a huge group. Right now,
my story seems to be on a path like
this. UGH!
Photo by me.You know that moment you've written 1100 words and realize the scene that just suddenly popped into your head that felt like the magic muse turns into WHAT THE HECK WERE YOU THINKING?
Yeah, that was last night's writing session.
I blame Big Brother.
Okay, never mind. I accept full responsibility.
I stayed in front of the TV instead of writing immediately. And then I was tired, but I committed to one hour every night no matter what.
Off to office.
After a slow start, the words started working, gelling, making music.
And then I reached the end and realized
The. Entire. Scene. Was. Crap.
One of the characters even tried to tell the others in the group they didn't want to go there. He literally tried to stop them. I'm guessing he's my subconscious screaming noooooooo.
Anyway, after 90 minutes I realized this scene, although beautiful and suspenseful and kind of clever, needs a little thing called motivation. It's a scene I've envisioned because there's this BIG, SCARY, EVENT that's going to happen, and it's a nice creepy location and I've Hansel and Greteled it the whole way. Lots of little crumbs.
Only now that I'm there, I realize those crumbs didn't really lead anywhere. I mean they lead to a place, but why would the characters go there? They can't just go there because I need them to. It's a creepy location. Curiosity isn't enough.
Oh wait. Maybe....Yes, I love writing this blog. I think maybe I can salvage this thing. Wish me luck. #

P.S. I swear NO MORE NIGHTTIME TV UNTIL THIS BOOK IS DRAFTED!