I seem to be missing a lot of the fun this time around, either because of the weather, a poor excuse, but real, or because of migraines. I blame that on the weather too,. Why not? Mostly, it's true. Still, the events I am making it to are cheering.
In spite of this, I've been lurching along through my new book, and am feeling more hopeful about it now. I'm refusing to reread anything much as I go along, just enough to give me the gist of what went before, so I don't get bogged down in research or worrying about timelines. I can do all that later, when I actually have a complete manuscipt to work on.
This is the fun part, where one has perfect freedon to create. Anything goes, at least in theory, and the mind races ahead in its own fictional landscape. But even now, I'm looking forward to the next phase, when the real story begins to emerge.
Writers. Never satisfied. :)