The good news is that I have five chapters (and a lot of backfill) left to get through, and I more or less know what happens in all of them, though there is a certain amount of "and then X does Something Heroic, figure it out later."
The funny thing is, despite the Badness of the Draft, I'm actually quite confident in the book as a whole. Probably because Chill started off as a Draft equally or almost as Bad, and seems to have cohered into a pretty decent novel, albeit one with at least one glaring continuity error that I'm aware of. (No, I won't tell you what it is.)
Well, if I were perfect, I wouldn't be writing space opera for a living.
Anyway, once I get this squared away, the next things on the reaming order are the Sekrit Projekt, the thing for erzebet, and A Reckoning of Men. Not necessarily in that order.
It is better to be busy than to starve.
366 / 400 pages. 92% done!