So, I posted a while back (here and here) about the book(s) I'm writing.
I've been concentrating on the one closest to completion, the one nearest and dearest to my heart. I *think*, perhaps, I finally have a title.
The first 10 chapters have been sent to the beta reader and I'm getting some really positive feedback, as well as some valuable notes about anything that needs clarification.
Apparently I am also quite fond of commas. I already knew this about myself. I'm ok with it.
I'm currently working on some rewrites of later chapters. The book started out going one direction and actually ended up metamorphosing into a whole new creatures as the characters developed their personalities beyond my first scribbled notes. Regardless of how or why they changed, several chapters are severely out of date, trying to propel them down a path that just doesn't exist later on. I'm saving these chapters in case they fit into later projects and rewriting them from the ground up.
Occasionally I go through periods where I can't get the words down quickly enough. Other times, like last night, it takes me well over an hour to bang out a few paragraphs to my satisfaction. It helps to have the pressure of the beta reader to keep me powering through the tough-to-perfect parts. Even if I try to distract myself by cleaning (or blogging) I know I have to get back to work to keep ahead of the demand for new chapters.
So there you have it. I'm still plugging along.