There's just not a whole lot different going on. I'm nearing the end of my second draft of R and I've slowed down. It's a combination of life and lack of motivation. There's nothing wrong with the story. I'm not afraid there's something missing or something big to be fixed. This is something to do with me.
Good news, cause I can't leave on a negative note... I still have feelings for a story I left unfinished in 2015. I do believe I'll come back to it as soon as I'm done with this second draft.
Trudging through like a deep dark winter night becaus to stop is to die.