Sometimes, when I've been writing intensively during the evening, I can't stop writing at night. I'll lie in bed and start working out plot problems, and before I know it it's 2am and I'm tossing and turning and wishing I had just gotten up and written the damn thing instead of thinking about it.
So today, I got up and wrote. I just finished "Rumpelstiltskin." I suspect the parts I wrote tonight/this morning suck, but they're done, and I can revise and rewrite tomorrow/later on today. At least now I can stop thinking about it, dammit.
Now I just have to keep from thinking about White Rose.