This is nuts. I can't say if it's the plotting, the stresses of month five of small-business ownership or those of life in general, but writing this novel is completely wonky.
Normally, I sweat and strain and shear gears loose in my head trying to handle sequels and quiet moments in general. It's a real effort to do my 1000+ a day, until I get to the fist fights, car chases, gun battles, etc. when the work simply flies along.
Not this time.
I've flown through these early stages. As this one's a mystery, I'm introducing suspects and red herrings, planting false leads, all that good stuff. I'm even, thanks to having a handle on my plot first, able to think about stuff like vision systems and imagery as I work.
Until I hit the Sequence 1 Climax. It's a small thing, a fist fight. It serves to: a) establish the hero as at least somewhat tough (to qualify the later stompings he'll receive) b) frustrate his Plan c) show a few of his flaws and issues, and d) wake up those readers who haven't had enough action in the last 5000 words.
Normally, I'd fly through a scene like that. Instead, it was a horrible, painful grind. Best I could manage was 200-300 words a day. For five days!
Once I got past it, I was back on 1000+. Freaking ridiculous. At any rate, on Day, let's see.... Day 12, the New and Improved, Steam-Powered Daily Wordcount-o-Meter stands on 11,200 words. Not happy.