A quick response from the publisher, saying that they're not considering new material at the moment. At least I found out before I sent them anything more than a query. On to the next one, I guess.
Writing to a stronger plan than usual is working out fairly well at the moment, letting me concentrate more on the way I choose to show what's happening, rather than on what's going on. The only slight problem is remembering to stick to it. I almost made my main character considerably more unpleasant than he actually is yesterday, but managed to pull it back in time. Seriously flawed I can live with, totally obnoxious I can't.
I also got a poem written last night. I've decided to try writing a cluster of poems linked by a common theme, mostly to see if I can. I want to see if, instead of waiting around for inspiration, I can go out and hunt it down. Now all I need is a suitably large net. No, hang on, that's butterflies, isn't it? Not that I've ever gone butterfly collecting. They look better flying about, and they give the cats something to chase.