maybe I should write it down

oh gods, oh gods. I've been fretting all week about the direction of the trilogy, because the way the pieces had been stacked up it could only end badly for the reader, either through a cheap trick Deus Ex Machina impossible ending, or for the death of everyone involved. 

I was screaming at myself editing these few pages and today the main protagonist handed me a reminder about one of her greatest fears, and in seconds everything snapped into place. 

Don't outline Mari. Just listen to the characters. Why did I EVER stray from this?!

I am so happy I could cry. Even if nothing I write ever makes it to published status, I've found the key puzzle piece to unlock the problem.