a slightly vastly different novel, or perhaps

I'm writing scenes, new ones, scenes that seem wayward but related, the lovely connecting ones, and some that lead me far away from my sentence, which concerns me, as these scenes may transform into being related to my sentence, but they may also lead me far astray; it seems too easy to find myself writing a slightly vastly different novel, and I am finding I love writing scenes, but I hope these scenes are related to my novel, rather than misbegotten lyrical detours that are pretending to be part of a destination, but may not be related to my novel at all. (wry grin)

I'm going to continue writing tonight after a visit to a watercolor painting..