Well, I did it. I made it to the end of everything I have coherently written for my novel. From now on it will be trying to gather up the jottings from my notebooks, unfinished tales, and completely new stuff, hopefully not crap. Wouldn’t it be glorious if someday this actually got made into a novel?
I might actually get the elf-ears tonight… I know, I’m weird, live with it. Who said I had a life outside of my fantasy world?