28000 / 80000 words. 35% done!
Metafictional progress: Figured out what the Old Woman’s arc should look like, which is good, since it needed to start, like, two chapters ago. Found out a better way to do spell-checking. That might seem like small potatoes to some of you, but remember that I do my writing in Vim and LaTeX, which means that I have great power at the expense of occasional inconvenience. Spell-checking used to be one of those inconveniences. Sent out a new query for the last novel.
Fictional progress: Brought the Barbarian Warlord into the city. Had the Heroine go out and shoot some arrows at the invaders, which got her into a spot of trouble. Rescued by One-Eye in time for a quick getaway. The Old Woman fell into despair over her apparent uselessness (see above comments about arc), but the Heroine came by to rescue her, too.
Choice Morsel o’ the Time Period:
She listened to the water swirl around the oars. If it spoke to her, it seemed only to say Not yet, not yet, not yet.
Fifty years I’ve waited, she said back. If you won’t let me die, will you tell me why I’m here?
And the water answered not yet, not yet, not yet.