The sword of Damocles is hanging over my head

So, assuming I don't need to put still more exposition into TDC, I can now start worrying about The Bone Palace. So far I have about 15k words, or three nearly complete chapters. Or at least Isyllt's povs are complete. The problem is with the other two. My second pov character, despite volunteering for a dozen conflicts and involvements with the plot, is being utterly recalcitrant. And my third requires me figuring out how much of the antags plans I can show without ruining all the surprises.

I have nine months to figure this all out, as well as all the other things that I don't know I don't know, and write the next 75k. As Brad Majors says when he masturbates, "It's beyond me, help me Mommy!"

Watch this space for frantic spazzing and pleas for the swift mercy of death.

Maybe what this book needs is more Richard O'Brien...