nano Ate my soul

I finally understand how this can happen.
You get up, you plan out the day's writing. You think about where your characters are supposed to go and how to get them there.
You sit down to write. Your fingers start moving, the words forming in your head as certianly as if you're typing an email to someone or a blog. And somwhere along the line, you hit a zone where you're not sure what you're typing but it's flowing and you go with the flow. And then, at the end of the day you look over your typed words, make sure that you hit what you needed to do, where you are, and what you have to do for tomorrow. You make some notes, and then update your word count and go to bed.

Or at least, that's how it works in theory. In practice? Not so much. Let me replay that in real life for you.

You get up, you plan out the day's writing. You think about where your characters are supposed to go and how to get them there.
You sit down to write. Your fingers start moving, the words forming in your head as certianly as if you're typing an email to someone or a blog. And somwhere along the line, you hit a zone where you're not sure what you're typing but it's flowing and you go with the flow. And then, at the end of the day you look over your typed words, make sure that you hit what you needed to do, where you are, and what you have to do for tomorrow.  You find you haven't done a single thing that you set out to do that day, and that your characters are no closer to the finished goal than they were the day before. You ask 'WTF?' and you read over everything, realizing they took your outline, cut each line of it out, jumbled it together and spit it out in a new form they feel is 'much better'. At this point you realize you've lost control of your novel. You make some notes for how to get back on track the next day, where you want it to try and go, and what not to do more of. Then update your word count and go to bed. You hear your characters plotting in your head how to derail your notes for the next day, and how they're going to take over the novel as you drift off to a fitful sleep.

In the morning, you plan for the first, but again you end up with the second.
I'm at about 180k right now in Novel. That's fantastic. Or it would be if I was mostly done. I'd settle for halfway done. But no.. my characters are avoiding the middle of the story like it's molten silver. They're doing everything they aren't supposed to be doing (like falling in love in a HORROR story) and they're doing nothing they are supposed to be doing.

this is not the story I sat down and started to write.
This is not the plan I made.
This is 180k of something far different. It's driven by the characters, or the muse if you will. I have no control over my own novel.
And I'm just OCD enough that this bothers me.
I only have a few days to get back on track, and they are still plotting against me.
Paranoid much?
Yes. Yes I am.