Very little sleep last night. It was apparently not a night for sleeping, but rather a night for staring at the ceiling in something approximating a doze while my subconscious hashed out the next ~150 pages of SM and provided me with a fifteen-point scene-by-scene outline that links the last scene I wrote with the next scene I have written and brings me past the emotional midpoint of the book.
Outlines make me happy. At least this book doesn't want to be notecarded, yet. Which is good. Because I fear 800 pages worth of notecards.
I still have one question to answer. Which I think I can live with, all things considered.
This time tomorrow, I will be on my way to Torcon. Man, time flies.