has it really been a week?

Project: Unconventional Unintentionally Arthurian Romance Novel
Deadline: haven't got one
New words written: 2060
Present total word count: 22297
Reason for stopping: nearly end of scene, and look how late it is - the lieutenant is nearly as exhausted as I am
Mean things: Rich people have relatively little privacy
Fun things: Connecting doors, and silly biology tricks of lactation
Stimulants: menstrual painkillers
Words Word don't know: It's quibbling over my grammar

Today, my brain insisted that we were NOT writing the next linear bit; the lieutenant's Ma would just have to wait, because it was time to write the blissful, emotionally loaded endgame. I did it in dribs and drabs while poking at Tumblr, because I kept having to pause from all the emotions. This one shifted POV at the beginning and the end of the chapter, where I have otherwise confined it to chapter breaks; the first and last bits belonged to the lieutenant, but the bulk of it was through the heroine's eyes. It was the first chunk I'd done from the heroine's POV. It's slightly embarrassing to admit how much of it came from a treasured memory of mine, but the conventional wisdom is "write what you know," after all, isn't it?

I hope that now this part is written down, I'll be able to get back to morning at the inn and the lieutenant's Ma. I have a hundred or so words of getting-dressed in my paper notebook. Haven't transcribed them.

Now I'm for sleep.