Despite everything that seems to be going wrong, one thing has been going right. The YA is progressing wonderfully. I wrote 11,000 words over the weekend, bringing the rough draft past the 100 page mark.
I usually plot. A lot. But with this book, I'm just forging ahead without too much knowledge of what's going to happen. I vaguely know how I want it to end (as far as my main character's emotional black moment and such) but I have no idea what that scene will entail or how she's going to get there. I'm finding it all very strange, but it's working for this story so I'm keeping on with the status quo, and just sitting my butt down and writing whatever comes to mind.
Funny how certain stories demand to be written in certain ways, isn't it?