Book two has languished a little this week, though I think that's a good thing. It's given me plenty of time to run various plot permutations through in my head - which happens at the most inconvenient times, usually in the middle of conversations or when someone is spelling their name at work. It's good to have some tension between what you're writing and the real world, it's then that you realize just what a comfort writing, and the act of writing is. It's joyous unconsidered comfort.
So, at this stage what have I got? Well, a reasonably well structured first quarter of book one - with logic holes plugged, and some clunky sentences removed - and a very rough, very shallow first draft - really little more than bones and hollow ones at that - but there's something there.
So not too bad.