I had today off work, so I've been doing a lot of writing in between doing stuff that is essentially wasting time (like giving the dog a shower; I don't have a bathtub, but it turns out that showering isn't a very effective way of cleaning dogs). I'm out of the transition doldrums, finally, although I haven't quite reached the midnight tryst scene as planned, because I'd forgotten all the other stuff that needed to come before it.
I'm having to fight a strange problem that I don't think I've ever had before in writing: I keep wanting to put in too much detail. This book could easily end up 250,000 words with a meandering plot but lots and lots of fascinating stuff going on, if I didn't guard against it. Then again, not only this is the third book in the series, it's one I started a year and a half ago and then set aside to work on other projects. It's had lots of time to percolate, and the worldbuilding and story construction are so rich now I have to keep myself from throwing it all onto the page.
I've also decided to keep a bit part character, the market thief. He wasn't supposed to be anything more than a plot device, essentially, but he's turned into something more. Just like every other freaking detail in the book! Oh well, I'm having fun writing this monstrosity; I can pare it down later.