This, it seems, is the way of my replotting process at the moment: by the time I get home, cook dinner (I say cook, but it's nothing quite so fancy), iron a shirt, have a bath, and review whatever's in my pile I usually have enough time to detail one scene. This book's going to take me all year to plot at this rate, let alone actually write.

Weekends, that's the way forwards. If I can just bring myself to stay in Swin for a weekend I might actually make some progress.

Am currently reading Misery by Stephen King, a book I've wanted to read for years. It's probably been the King book that's been most recommended to me when people found out that I read him. So far it's turning out pretty good.

Later . . .