I wrote about 2000 words in two sessions, and it was glorious. I don't feel like I've been really writing for a long time, since the end of January. I mean, I wrote a short story, but I was mentally exhausted while I did it, so it was all intellectual labor, if that makes sense. Then I was doing revisions, which feel different as well, even when I'm writing new material for them.
For a really long time, since I decided to set the book in France instead of England, I've known this book will start with a wedding. I didn't know anything beyond the wedding's location until I started writing, so I got to enjoy making it all up. It's that delightful feeling of discovery I love so much.
I sent in the synopsis for the novel this morning (I wrote it last weekend by hand, and typed it up Saturday).