What the heck is a printing press doing suddenly jumping into the middle of my story?
And how did it go from a casual worldbuildingish musing ("hey, in my world they have mass literacy! And everyone reads a newspaper!") to the central freakin’ plot point it’s suddenly become? How the heck did my intrepid protagonist end up having one in her basement?
Three-quarters of what I’ve done so far… whoosh, out the window. Or at least into the mazy netherworld of Stuff That May Or May Not Make It Into The Book. But it’s OK, because this new development is leading the book ever further from the typical-fantasy course. At this point, I’m not sure if it even counts as fantasy any more. (Yay! It’s going to be so freakin’ hard to sell!)
See what happens if you start reading too much China Mieville?