I just did a scary thing. I started this book back in early May. It is based on an earlier story that I've been trying to find the right form for since I was in high school. This time I think I have the right form. Over the last two months I have been grinding out words slowly. Computer troubles hampered most of May. Time commitments have been dragging me down, but slowly I have managed to crunch out about 3k of story onto the page. And yesterday I reached the gestalt where all my ideas just poured out and I wrote an outline for the story that is over 2k. This from a gal who's daily word output has been 200 or less. But they were the wrong words.
While I was outlining I realized that my character was starting in the wrong place. There wasn't enough pressure on her to take the opportunities being offered her. After all she was starting in a place where she had shelter, food and clothing. It needed to be worse. Today I wrote the beginning of that scene. And it's right. The words flowed. They aren't all the right words, but it's much closer then before. I need to do a bit of editing with my old stuff to blend the scenes back together, but it's close. There is a map to the end (or at least close to the end).
After ripping out the beginning: