Good thing it's 8 weeks until the book is due. I just need a Bad Draft by the end of the month, before I go away to Viable Paradise, and then I can revise it in October.
In the meantime, well, I've got two seasons of Flashpoint to get through, and I've been meaning to finish rewatching Farscape. (And of course there's the limitless media teat of Netflix, and several seasons of Numb3rs). Spent some time today on the S5 DVD extras for Criminal Minds, but it kept depressing me, because of the [casting spoilers]. Oh, ABC media empire. Why do you suck so much?
A nice thing about having twenty or so books under my belt is that, at this point, I'm comfortable with the fact that every so often, my backbrain stops making with the story, and I need to back off and let things settle for a bit. I could let it stress me out, but that'd just be counterproductive.
So. Give myself some room to think, and the story to sort itself out in my head, and have a little faith that it will all come right in the end.