There've been a variety of difficulties in writing this thing. One that was comparatively easy to recognize was that I'd introduced a character who made things too easy for the protagonist. I have to completely excise that character and revise all the scenes she was in. Unfortunately, she was introduced in the second chapter. She's not in a lot of scenes, but her presence had a fair bit of impact which all needs to be taken out, so that's pretty teeth-grinding.
More problematic, though, was the realization that I had something of a Six Characters in Search of a Plot scenario going on. This happened with the last book, too. The revisions took so long on the last book because I had to go back and put a plot in. It turned out really well, I think, and I'm happy with it, so let us hope the same thing happens here. But, having realized I was short a plot, I flung myself on Ted's mercy yesterday and we brainstormed.
Today I took what I'd thought was the plot and reduced it to two paragraphs of backstory which will, yes, be very relevant in the book as it goes on, but which is a much better subplot than primary plot. I have a lot of stitching and backwork and rewriting to do, but with any luck I have a better idea of where I'm going now. Sigh. Anyway, I don't know that I'll be talking too much about writing for the next couple of weeks, because I need to *be* writing instead of talking about it.
In other news, I've pretty much finished putting my office (several pictures) together, though the cats have made it clear who the new sofa actually belongs to. We put the futon together and put art up in the library/guest room (also several pictures), and now if we can just get the extraneous beds out of the master bedroom, this here haus will be pretty well finished off. (Then we have to tackle the garden, and let me tell you, that photograph was taken in June, and the greenery is now thigh-deep back there. It's *madness*.)
The cats are sitting by the computer desk staring at me accusingly, by which I take it it is long past dinnertime, and so now I go to feed them and myself. And probably to do some laundry. Because I know how to have fun. :)
ytd wordcount: 181,300
miles to Minas Tirith: 319