The good news: I still like everything I wrote nearly a year ago. The bad: I've been trying to figure out the next bit since then. If nothing else, I know that what's there isn't all there is – I've got plenty laid out around it, though I'm in the midst of another narrative case of South Park's Underpants Gnomes (phase one = collect underpants, phase two =..., phase three = profit / section one = works, section two = ..., section three = works). I sometimes wish that the sentences and rhythms and constructions and permutations that sounded good to me didn't sound good to me; it'd make things so much easier. Alas.