Maybe I should stop listening to Britney Spears. Do you think that would help?
I did just nail down the moment where Rose Hannah finally gets West to tell her what is actually going on, actually makes him say the word that the entire story has been dancing around (you'll know it when you get there). I think part of the problem with this story being a year old is that a lot of these half-finished scenes and rough outlines and notes have become calcified in my head to the point where I'm just sitting here wringing my hands and staring at them when they don't work. The only way I was able to resolve the opening scene was to open a blank Word document and just start writing down the who and the what and the why--I may have to completely close my eyes to what I've already got down in order to make some of these scenes happen.
I've also rearranged a ton of scenes--there has to be an emotional logic in this chapter where Rose Hannah is dealing with the situation in various ways and it gets worse and worse, and I need this progression in order for things to make sense. (I'm partly describing all of this for myself, so I can see what I've actually accomplished today.) Moving this one ball scene--don't worry; it's a hell of a lot shorter than that interminable stretch in chapter two--to nearly the end of the chapter has helped a little; originally it was near the beginning, and it's a pretty crucial psychological moment that didn't work that early in the story. It's weird--because I write out of order, I had this scene where Rose is really snippy with West, but I didn't have a reason for her to be snippy, and it was funny to see something earlier in the story eventually suggest itself as a reason. So it's a whole maze of crap I'm dealing with here--scenes written out of any sort of context, plot points that I'd totally forgotten about ("Hey! That's awesome! When did I think of that?"), and some things that are so old I don't even know what I'm talking about. Fnarrr.