The train of a sub-plot in my WIP has left the station hurtling down the tracks. Time to remove a bridge.
Everyone loves a train wreck. Well, no one admits it but they all come out to gawk.
I've been catching up on some reading lately: The Friends of Eddie Coyle from George Higgins and A Drink Before the War from Denis Lehane.
I'd add more but there is a foxhound in the library insisting I play with him before sitting down to execute the particulars of the aforementioned train wreck.
Never ignore a foxhound. It isn't pretty. That silence you hear may be your couch cushions.