I hit one of those BIG set-pieces this morning - y'know, the scene you're really looking forward to writing. Whoosh! 1000 words in 90 minutes. So I pack my shinpads and head off to play footy and it's only when I step onto the pitch that I realise that I let my protagonist spends that 1000 words in the company of a "wife" he won't actually meet for another two years in the narrative. Gah!