A little trampling won't do you any harm

I'm wildly behind in NaNoWriMo, for the first time in a long time. This morning I was more than six thousand words behind. But then I wrote about 2500 words, the most I've done so far this year. How did I manage it? I trampled my protagonist.

I sent her into a field of horses just as one new one came through the fence and into the smaller field, where it got into a fight with her mare, trampling my protagonist in the process. This after she lectured a younger girl on the dangers of the horse. Now she's in hospital with a concussion and half her hair shaved off.

Tomorrow she'll discover she's been kicked out of a contest she badly wants to take part in. Heartache! That ought to be good for a few hundred words right there.