Look, a screenshot!
That's a not-entirely-accurate-but-I'm-going-to-use-it-anyway floorplan for 608 - Casa De Whitehouse. After a couple of days spent dusting off the floorplan, refamiliarizing myself with the production toolchain, promising myself I'll hate it less after I've reacclimated.. It's GO TIME!11. Meaning, time to fill the apartment with stuff. Stuff like doors - with no future scenes planned for the bedroom or bathroom, the first item on the to-do (now that the apartment is all set for work) is sealing those off. Then it's closet doors and the usual tchotchkes, starting with the few items that can be swiped from The Dualist and proceeding to more complex things, such as the couch, Whitehouse's guitar, etc.
Time estimate : I have no idea. Soon, I hope. It's going to be awhile before I can do anything new with EVE, so I'm making the best of it.
A couple of Studio apartments will be getting some love soon, but I don't need them just yet - the order of operations is (basically) 608, parking lot, studio - with a strip as soon as 608 is useable. My development preference has been for TV space hardware - fortunately, that's not really slowing anything down. Not that things could get much slower - getting over my CG mental block has been an epic* ordeal, so at this point I'm jumping on any inspiration that hits me. The days of trying to manage the idea flow are long past, at least lately - right now, I'll take what I can get, apply my trademark Myopic Determination to what comes along, and hopefully get something done.
I'll settle for moving. That screenshot is a tremor in the windsock - I'd like a typhoon, but I'll settle for a breeze.
The story's in good shape - I just gotta grind out the CG to get things moving again. That's been the case for about two years, give or take - with the rewrites behind me, the whiskey evicted from the apartment, and my video game addiction at low ebb... well, hopefully it'll be easier to get moving again than it was to get moving the first time.
Inertia's a bitch.
* Epically boring, but still epic. And definitely an ordeal.