I've spent the last few days slogging though Paul Dalton's work on the aftermath of the Norman Conquest, and have so had little chance to get anything meaningful written. I've managed a couple of poems and a brief article (which I must submit at once, before I forget). I'm still very much at the waiting stage of the publication process with the novel, and while I'm sure everyone involved is going as fast as they can, it's still a phase when things are out of my control, and so one that I end up worrying about.
I'm working up to re-plotting the one I'm working on at the moment, having decided that it doesn't quite work. The trick here, since I tend to write in a series of scenes, is to work out which of them, if any, are still relevant. I suspect that several will be, particularly the ones that don't feature the main character.
We fence Lancaster next. A long trip for what is likely to be quite a low standard of fencing. I'm beginning to suspect that the university club would do better, for both its finances and members, if it pulled out of inter-university competition and focussed on real fencing tournaments. Still, hopefully we should beat them.