In which I get stuff done.
Actual shopping for food and washing of clothing happened this weekend. I ate things that weren't entirely made of sugar, butter, flour, and eggs. (Though I had plenty of that, too.) I even ate a green vegetable. (Brussels sprouts, to be specific.)
And I spent hours and hours and hours happily chained to my desk turning the current book (which, as always, is without title) from a zeroth draft into a first draft. I hit the midpoint around 3pm yesterday afternoon. I wrote at least two all-new scenes, and overall added probably 3500 words to it in 24 hours.
Yay, me!
There are still things that I ought to retrofit that I didn't retrofit, including a character who still needs to be worked in earlier than he currently is.
The book covers years, with large jumps between parts, so structurally it's kind of peculiar and I'm a little insecure about that. And actually, either Part III is going to be very short, or I've got a multi-year jump in the middle of it. Or maybe I could put the beginning of Part III into the end of Part II, but I love how Part II ends in terms of plot right now, and there's a plot/character-development reason to break it where it currently is broken.
Hmmm. Why can't I write simple, linear plots that run continuously until they are resolved?
I tell you one thing, the next series I write, the characters will all have normal human lifespans. None of this "I can be patient for a decade" long-game nonsense. :-)