I’ve managed 551 words of absolutely new material today. It’s Monday and it was a tough row to hoe. I wrote 250 and counted. I conceived of the next little section of the scene, and I counted. 370. Then I conceived of the next bit of action and ramped up into the zone a little bit and achieved my quota. I’m glad I stumbled forward, even though it was a bit blind, because it shook some additional plot from the eaves of my mind and solved a transition for me. Also, it brought me to the moment when my main character meets her grandmother 30 years before she was born. I had only just started that scene when work distraction descended and my lunchtime was over. Tomorrow, I forge ahead into their interaction.