Storyline Two chugs along, slower than I would like. I haven't hit the estimated-halfway-wordcount yet, which disappoints me, and the characters seem to talk an awful lot. And go to the pub to talk more. Maybe this is wish-fulfilment on my part, since I'm supposed to not drink alcohol or carbonated beverages? They're drinking all the cider I can't have. Now I must infuse those scenes with all my thwarted passion!
I have to remember that my agent told me it doesn't have to be perfect, it's a first draft, and that she will want changes anyways, so a fine polish is not required.
And maybe Storyline Two won' t be 50k in the first draft. Maybe it will be 30k. I wonder how much wordage it needs to balance out the estimated 150k of Storyline One?
As far as actual measurable achievements go, I've frozen three bags of rhubarb and made a big batch of gluten-free cookies (this recipe from Make It Naked blog) for a birthday present. And on Thursday I did 15 real (not girly) pushups, and three sets of 22 crunches. Which is a lot of crunches.
With which I must be content for the moment.