Epiphany's using up all the hot water!

Heh, that got your attention, didn’t it? :) Sorry, no smut here—move along.
I ran into a spot of trouble last night on the project I’m currently writing. Just last week qadgop, kelyantar, and I were chatting on LJ about writing and I was saying that I work from outlines but that the story can change dramatically from what I had down there originally. That’s what happened last night.
At the end of one chapter the main character is one place. In the following chapter he’s supposed to go somewhere else and deal with something (yes, I’m keeping this vague—wouldn’t you rather get the details when you eventually read it?). By the chapter after that he’s back where he was before. And I’m looking at that last night thinking “what the hell? How did you get up there from there, anyway? And why did you? And, once you got there, how the hell did you get back again? Aaargh!”
Part of the problem was that I was exhausted—don’t know why but I’ve been having trouble staying up some nights. So I did what any sensible person would do after hitting a writing conundrum and waking up for the fourth or fifth time over the keyboard—I shut everything down and went to bed.
This morning I woke up and hopped in the shower, that dichotomy still bouncing around in my head. And that’s when it hit me.
Of course he wouldn’t go up there. Why would he? How would he? He wouldn’t. These other things would happen and he’d be stuck on the sidelines, hating that. And then this and this—it all made perfect sense. By the time I shut the water off I knew how to fix the problem.
Ah, epiphany, I love you! Now stop hogging the soap.