This also reminds me why I stopped: my life sucked around this time. Those who go through my previous entries might know about the various family deaths, money problems, work politics, and health issues I kept running into. One paragraph in particular had the note, "Need to flesh out this character some more, after Brenda's funeral." Another was, "forgive me, I wrote this while I was sick."
The rate which I am writing will slow considerably, since I'd say about 10k of my 33k works were cut-and-pasted from the original works, although I went through each line and edited them since a few things had changed. I also have scraps of notes for other chapters I am keeping in mind.