So, here I was writing out a scene for my Western novel about an outlaw and a crippled Irish kid. I haven't written anything else out, but this scene had been in my head so its the first to be written. The scene is that the outlaw (named Mike Wolfletter, a former Civil War soldier and disguised) and the kid (named Timothy) travel with a bunch of settlers to a fort Mike knew best (as this was the fort his dad was once stationed during the Mexican War). Well, Mike meets a Scottish woman named Anna Grant and that night, when Timothy is asleep in a makeshift bed in a cellar (Mike elected to sleep outside), both he and Anna talk on the porch. Anna discovers that Mike was once a Confederate solder who joined the war at age 18. I had planned for him to be a Union soldier, but apparently that wasn't going to happen. Okay! So Mike fought for the South, but he fought for his own reasons. Then Mike starts having flashbacks to the battles. Antietam...his friends dying on Bloody Lane... Great, so my outlaw is a former Confederate soldier and is suffering PTSD 21 years after the war ended. To make matters even more complicated, it turns out Anna is a single woman in her twenties who likes herself a rebellious man and starts trying to romance him. Does she not know he's in his 40s? How young did women marry back in 1886 (when the story is set)? How old were their husbands? At this point, I stepped from the story. This was not what I had planned. I had planned for Mike to be a simple outlaw running around doing outlaw-y things. Just...what has happened to my story? I feel like both Anna and Mike took my idea, shoved it into a cannon and shot it to oblivion.