Lo, the sequel has begun. Not fantastic progress — turns out the words, they are not willing — but it's a start. You know what this means? Oh yes, the public thrashing as I flail and grope for plot has also begun. You are all very, very lucky.
I tried to outline in advance, and I guess to some extent I succeeded, but my outlining in advance has never run to anything as handy as, you know, plot points. Oh no, that would be too easy. My outlines are full of character and world scribbles: Amalia runs on spite as much as anything, Matilde is finally quit with the self-pity.1 Sure, it gives me character motivation, which always helps with reactions, but I'm still driving blind here as to what, precisely, they're reacting to. C'est la vie.
In other news, the big ship is no longer on the beach. Three attempts, and various snapped cables later, apparently it's back to fulfilling its purpose in life. Or at least, it's stopped sitting on rocks and is back to floating again. It's a start.
- I hope. I'll smack her if she's not [↩]