Meanwhile, I seem to be kind of stuck on what happens in the last bit of ad eternum. It might help if there were any external plot in this thing at all, but it's totally a character story, and I don't know what to do to move it along.
1,300 words on ad eternum today, despite the fact that my neck is killing me. Officially too old for falling down mountains, although if a day without a bruise is wasted, going by average bruise-to-day metrics, I am set for the rest of the month. I should write 700 more words tonight, but that might not happen.
Still working on my barre chords.
In other news, Paul Simon is not now that strength that in old days moved heaven and earth, but he still occasionally comes up with a good lyric: "Once in August 1993 I was wrong. And I could be wrong again."