I finished the stupid, awful, horrible, stinking time travel story at last. It's almost 8,000 words long, which will give you an idea of how out of control it got. It just flopped all over the place, and now I have to cut some three thousand words and tighten the story up and basically make it stop stinking.
But I'll do that tomorrow. Tonight I'm indulging myself by working on my new project. I haven't started writing it, but I expect to get at least a few thousand words in tonight. I know what I want to do with the first chapter.
I was thinking about that first chapter and realized, with a great jolt, that I may end up telling the story from two alternating points of view. I am slightly aghast at myself. Then again, such a thing seems to be more and more common lately, and it will free me up to let the two main characters get separated during parts of the plot. It's just that I'm so vocal in my dislike of writers who switch viewpoints during a book! No one will take my ranting seriously anymore now.