Life has kind of mellowed out this last month or so. I’m not complaining—I like it. It just leaves me without much of interest to write about. In spite of the fuller schedule with my new cleaning clients, I’ve managed to get more writing done, mostly thanks to my accountability group. Just a few days ago I discovered that if I sit at my kitchen table while I drink my morning pot of tea, I can get about 5-7 pages written in my notebook. This has been especially useful for fleshing character backgrounds, relationships, and the impact of character motivations, etc. on plot. I’m optimistic that I’ll be able to get enough of my ducks in a row before November this year and actually be able to get another novel in my series drafted and/or revised (fingers crossed).