Today I engaged in no serious thought. I ate a lot of chocolate. I met wide_rider and her newly-ordained Lutheran pastor mom in Berkeley. We went up the campanile; we ate and drank chocolate thingies; we talked motorcycles; I talked her into a new and frightening step in story-writing: the PLAN. I read a huge chunk of sweetdoggie's long series rewrite, "The Assistant". I hung out on the couch with the spouse. I engaged in no deep thought.
I think the batteries have recharged following the prolonged drain on them that was the weekend and Monday.
Tomorrow I tackle "Breaking Glass" part 2: in which things become interesting, and points are proven, and Giles makes choices. Complete draft exists, but it is conceptually confused and needs coherence.
When I'm writing things like this, I wish I had more actual lit'ry eddication. My reading is so patchy.