Writing proceeds apace, or aplot, or something. I got very little in the way of new words done today, but I did go back and retrofit a whole 'nother chapter. Had to, you see, because the scenes needed to happen, and if I didn't do them then, I couldn't do them until the next night in story time, and that was too late. I keep hoping I'll hit a critical mass where suddenly I leap forward and accomplish huge amounts over a short period of time, but that hasn't happened yet. I suppose accomplishing smaller amounts methodically is as effective, if not as impressive-seeming.
miles to Minas Tirith: 114
