Long Tuesday is over without too much pain, and I started writing the new, improved version of the time travel story today. I'm not too far in--maybe 1,000 words (longhand; I'll type it up tomorrow night)--but it's going well. I will finish it by Friday. Then I can go back to Little Sparrow, which I haven't been allowing myself to work on until I finish the time travel rewrite, which means I basically haven't done any writing at all.
I am further heartened by the realization that no book, however awful, will ever be as awful as Return to Quag Keep. Sure, there will be badly written books I have to suffer through, and there will be books that I actively dislike for various reasons, and there will even, alas, be books that take a cherished old friend of a book and destroy it utterly with sequelitis--but no other book will ever be all of these at once in such a huge way. It's sort of freeing.
(I really hope I don't come across as full of bile on this blog. I'm really not like that. I just feel betrayed when I read a badly written book published by a big publisher. I mean, I'm not even a snooty reader--I read lots of junk and enjoy it, so when I say a book is badly written, I swear to you I'm not just being hateful. It's by gum badly written.)