(Also, why haven't you seen Fury Road yet? GET ON THAT.)
(In which Max Rockatansky reveals his bonkers survival plan to Imperator Furiosa, who wants the group to ride further into the desert in hopes of finding a safe place to stay before their 160-days' worth of fuel runs out.)
Max: No, I suggest we go back the same way we came. Through the canyon.
Toast: It's open, we know that, right? He brought all his war parties through.
Max: So we take the War Rig and charge it right through the middle of them. We can decouple the tanker at the pass, shut it off behind us.
Keeper of the Seeds: Kaboom!
Furiosa: And how exactly do we take the Citadel, assuming we're still alive by then?
Toast: If we can block the pass, it'll be easy. All that's left are his War Pups, and War Boys too sick to fight.
Capable: And we'll be with Nux. He's a War Boy. He'll be bringing us home, bringing back what's stolen, like he's supposed to.
Nux: Yeah ... feels like hope.
Keeper of the Seeds: I like this plan ... we could start again, just like the old days!
Max, to Furiosa: Look, it'll be a hard day. But I guarantee you that a hundred and sixty days ride that way ... there's nothing but salt.
With writing, as with most things in life, there are moments where you've got to choose between unpleasant and way, way, way more unpleasant. And when you're faced with those moments, the key isn't which option sounds worse. It's which reward sounds better.
Rewriting half your book? Sounds awful, but you'll have something publishable at the end. Continuing to muddle along with something that isn't working? Easier at the time, and may work out, but if your gut is right you aren't going to end up with anything useable at the end.
And really, if Furiosa and Max can drive through THIS and get through it, you can face your hard day, too.
So get on it. And go see Mad Max, for crying out loud.