So this one scene I was working was killing me. Well, it's actually just one freaking sentence. But it was murdering me.
And I thought, what does it need to make it work? What could possibly make it all come together? What? WHAT?
Then it hit me.
It needs more cowbell.
And now everything in the scene is right. Sometimes, writing a book just needs . . . cowbell.
PS. I obviously need to go to sleep.