Gaps have been filled in, bridged, and it's now possible to travel quite a long way without gaps--except those produced by over-enthusiastic use of the revision chainsaw. Luckily, there are files of things chainsawed out (brushpiles, as it were, of lopped branches, whole trees, etc.) but fishing these out and putting them back in place so that their little adventure with trauma isn't obvious is only slightly easier than sticking a chain-sawed juniper back in the ground and making it grow. Transitions...the rough-chewed ends chain-sawing leaves must be trimmed and grafted back into place, then smoothed and given a shot of growth hormone so the seam in the bark doesn't show.
Getting anywhere with this required almost a week away from it (the music rehearsals and Christmas stuff last week helped divert the mind wonderfully), two good nights sleep in there somewhere, and going offline for hours at a time. Switching metaphors, the book that had quit moving down the track and seemed determined to meander slowly about the margin of the track plucking a bit of grass here and there has now come back into the bridle and has picked up a nice strong trot toward the finish line. I was hoping for a full out run, but today's gone better than the day before and yesterday was better than Monday. The book is moving in the right direction and seems to know its goal, so I'm applying whatever music works (Bach organ, Beethoven piano sonatas, and Smetana's Bartered Bride so far) and planting self in front of the keyboard many hours a day.
I'm using a side-story that actually fits between Kings of the North and Echoes of Betrayal to provide posts & snippets for people who follow the Paksworld blog, http://www.paksworld.com/blog/ (the link button isn't working right now.) If you're interested, look for the posts titled "Christmas Present: Snippet #...." Sergeant Vardan, of Halveric Company, and her patrol, are coping with scathefire and the Pargunese invasion.