Just when I was wondering whether my writing rituals still worked, today I finished the Rildis chapter in one sitting. Well, sort of. It still has one of those little placeholders left to fill. This particular [VERSES HERE] marker requires that I come up with one or two short verses of a bellicose sea chantey. So here I am with a battered secondhand collection of sea songs (Burl Ives, 1956), trying to get the verse structure into the backbrain. With any luck, I'll compose it in my sleep and write it down in the morning. Or not. It used to work for sonnets. Anyhow, the hard part is done. I think the causal links all make sense, the characters do things and stuff happens on almost every page, and the girl cooties are suitably contagious.
Now there's just one more Haldur chapter left to fix, and Vol 1 Part 2 will be in good working order, at which point the first half of the book will be sufficiently revised.
The second half will, goddammit, be done by the end of October, because I plan to use Nanowrimo to crank out a zero draft of the prequel. The trick won't be to get up to the word count goal; the trick will be to come up with a version of the story I want to tell that's short enough to fit in a 50,000 word zero draft and a 90,000 word fourth draft. My brain is so weird. I can write kickass sonnets and pretty good sestinas, but once I get past 39 lines of verse, I skip straight to 400+ pages. Do I have all-or-nothing-thinking issues? Oh, just ask the spouse.