So there I was, whining about having to come up with filler material when I would prefer to be putting in "blah blah blah", and suddenly it unfolded right before my disbelieving mind. Not just good filler material, but material that actually contributes to the story and solves a problem I was wrestling with.
I love it when that happens.
Maybe a little bitching now and then is a good thing? I guess my muse got sick of listening to it.
Update: The kids are home from school and making writing nearly impossible. I wonder if bitching and whining will cause a Babysitting Fairy to descend from the heavens and let me work in peace?