I have been laboring hard on this story outline.  It may be enough story arc to be a trilogy, or maybe just a story that naturally falls into three sections, not sure yet.

So there I am.  I've outlined enough to start writing on the first part.  But...

(You know there's always a but.)

My muse evidently has fallen in love with one of the antagonists.

"You gotta write about her fall," Pink says to me. 

"But Pink," I whine. "We've already done the outline. We're not supposed to get that much into it."

She takes a swig of the Sake' of Illumination, wipes her mouth and stares at me with hard, beady eyes.

"She's more interesting than your maiden in distress.  She was a bright, shining good guy.  She falls apart, and gets reforged into an obsessed must stop the bad guy no matter what the cost, no matter who it hurts type of woman.  She's Medea instead of Andromeda."

"Medea was a spiteful woman getting back at her hubby who divorced her," I remind the bunny.

"Yeah, well she turns into Nemesis.  The Furies. You know what I mean.  Whatever." She reaches into her never-emptying bowl of popcorn, grabs a handful.  "Maidens in distress are for wimps.  Falling heroes, now that's more interesting." She pops a kernel of corn into her mouth.  "This will be wonderful.  And it'll dovetail right into the rest of the plan. Trust me."

The way Pink's eyes are glowing scare me.  I can see I'm in for a bumpy ride.