Just after getting off the treadmill, while stretching out calves and hamstrings, I remembered something basic: that better than having one’s protagonist do something stupid is having him do something smart, just a little too late.
Or re-remembered. Or maybe just figured out how to apply that to this particular story.
Better still is when they can do something smart and that actively causes the problems, but sometimes, that isn’t quite possible.
(scribble scribble scribble)