I'm quitting now only because my hand is already swollen and stiff and I'm tired. (We had an extra-long choir rehearsal.)
From the point of writing excitement, I love plot bombs, but from the point of getting the first draft finished...when I feel like I'm running breathlessly towards a constantly receding end point...not as much.
But this is nifty stuff that I'm being handed...like why the king of Pargun would dress up like a fisherman and row over to Lyonya all by himself.