There’s a phrase that goes something like, let the horse have his head. It means (I think) that you let the horse decide where to go and lay off on the hee and yaw and giddyup and all that hey-I’m-the-human superiority stuff from up there on your driver’s seat.
I hope that’s what it means. Otherwise the image that comes to mind is rather bloody, in a Godfatherish, Ichabod Crane kinda way.
So at any rate. This character of mine has been very cranky and wanting to go climb into somebody’s bed. Mostly she was stopping herself by rationalizing the itch away as something not only inappropriate, but dangerous. Well, yesterday she got her way. It took two thousand words of letting her have her head, but things are moving.
Another example of how the subconscious rules the writing mind.