I just spent a very refreshing two hours writing out on my porch. Everything flowed freely and I'm thrilled with the result! I would have finished earlier, seeing as it is getting pretty late, but I didn't know if I would remember what I wanted to put down, and I didn't want to stop halfway through. I was going to settle for the little bit of work on the plot outline that I managed to get done before dinner--(including a new element that almost made me cry just reading the outline)--but I'm glad I went back out for a second round. It feels good to make that much progress in a single day!