Drafts are hooray moments. They really mean that I wrapped up most of the ambitions of the previous draft, and I have lots of new ambitions coming up that really don't fit with the previous ambitions. So when I hit this point, I work on wrapping things up, tidying things up a bit, and doing my best to wrap up the loose stuff.
"Standing Between Earth and Heaven" still progresses slowly.
I had a complement on "Weeds Among Stone." Apparently, it reminded the reader of rural Chinese novels. Cool. I don't know what that means, but I hope that I do it again.