Oh, my. Part of my approach to this novel I'm writing has been to avoid my strengths--dialogue and flashbacks--in order to try and dig myself a new groove. The protagonist is an unreliable narrator who rarely mentions his past and is completely alone in a forest for most of the book.
But today he made a phone call and whoa, it was like I'd been swinging five bats in the on-deck circle. I will probably have to erase half of it, somewhere down the line, but it was quite a pleasant tumble off the wagon.
Tomorrow, as penance, I'll have him fall into a hole.