Tea Can Salvage a Semi Eaten Soul

I've been drinking English Breakfast tea all weekend with milk and sugar like a real british person. I also went to Borders looking like a proper artist; black leggings, combat boots, black dress, glasses - and my laptop thrown into an overly large stylish bag.

Once I got there I found a nice corner and nestled in with a cup of coffee and a whole wheat pretzel. The writer in me has found it necessary to describe every single thing now - writing 50k words makes that necessary and it's a habit I'm not likely to drop till the end of november. Bear with me please.

I joined some rat races on some forum I'm a part of and padded my word count with some gibberish and added an extra 2000+ words. I'm 3 days ahead of schedule, but now I'm at the point where I start skipping around - cause I can't stick with one particular scene for too long. I've gone from page 25 - all the way to somewhere in the middle of the whole thing. My characters are also starting to get minds of their own and not doing what I want.

Oh, but Margaret! I hear you all say, How can a fictional character of your own imagination not cooperate with you?

Alas, I wish I knew.