When the oceans drank Atlantis

I opted out of freezing to death in the Irish Sea this morning, but did have a lovely walk in the rain. I've also written about 1200 words of the lesbian YA not-an-arcology-sexbot story which is probably no longer called "Needlepoint", which is due in the beginning of July and which reminds me pointedly of why I don't usually write SF; I have the entire plot mapped out, but every paragraph involves a new piece of worldbuilding, each one wrung like blood from a stone.

I've also rubbed enough rocks together to get a spark for a new novel project, tentatively titled A Wake of Queens. It has nothing resembling a plot yet, but there are generations of warrior queens, the Witch Queen of Angmar, and a snake god or two. Snakes are as good as a plot, right? And maybe an eldritch horror or three.