Today is not that day.
Writing today was like kicking dead whales down the beach, but I got through it, more or less, to the tune of 1100 words. This is more fun when it's flowing, but the work got finished, and that's what matters. I got stuck for a while and took the dog for a walk. He was grateful and I go the transition I needed.
I keep thinking I know what this book is about, and then it yet again fails to gel for me on any kind of visceral level and pull me through itself. Oh well: this is what we learn the craft for, so we can get through on skill what we lack inspiration for.
Next step, watching Hustle and signing signature sheets for Bone & Jewel Creatures, which is starting to get some fabulous reviews. I should probably eat some dinner, but I'm not actually hungry. Hurm.
156.5 miles to Isengard.