Break out the fireworks! I just finished a quick rewrite of Book 2 in my Texas Rodeo series, which appears to be permanently titled Tangled Up in Texas. I finally figured out what was niggling at my brain about this book, and added a new scene to fix it. Sounds simple enough, except that scene required more research than the rest of the book combined. In it, the hero is driving a truck and talking on a CB radio. At one point I had nine tabs open on my internet browser: several CB lingo sites, a couple of 'life as a trucker sites', Google Earth so I could 'drive' from Raton, NM to Pueblo, CO, the Love's Travel Station site, Mapquest so I could figure distances and times from Amarillo to Albuquerque to Pueblo, and WalMart because I needed to know which exit would get me to the Wally World in Santa Fe. All to write about two paragraphs, which took me most of one day.
At some point during that day my mother wandered through and we had a conversation. Obviously, it didn't take, because at four o'clock I jumped in the car and drove the twelve miles down to the bus stop. Imagine my surprise when ol' yeller pulled up and my kid wasn't on board. And THEN I remembered my mother had said she was picking him up. Which I had completely forgotten, along with calling the school to tell him not to get on the bus, so they had to flag it down and drag him off.
Then it arrived at his stop to find me waiting faithfully. Which is why there is now a substitute bus driver in our school district who is quite sure there is a drug problem up here on the border.