So the other day, when I was either bored or sleepy (or both) when I was writing, I stopped in the middle of a sentence. I didn't write yesterday because it got late, and I didn't want to write crap again. Plus, the weekend was coming up so I figured I could just make up the missed time from Friday.
Anyway, I sat down and did a half hour of writing this morning (so far). And wow, but I really can't tell what the hell I was thinking on Thursday before I stopped. I normally resist the urge to edit as I go (I'd never get finished, otherwise), but I had to scratch a lot out.
I also don't remember what I wrote on Thursday, so I probably rewrote that part today. But I'll catch it in editing.
I'm making wonderful progress; I've got 88 pages so far. My last manuscript was around 770 pages, handwritten. I've got a way to go before I get there, but I'm happy to see things moving along. I was worried that since I hadn't planned this second one for years and years, that I wouldn't be as quick. But in a way, I did plan it for a long time, because I have always been thinking about the consequences of events from the first book, about what my characters would do after the conclusion of the first book, etc. So the ideas were there.
But yeah, I write nonsense when I'm sleepy.