I can’t believe I’m within 24 hours of completing the book. I bought a bottle of gewurtz to celebrate, but no chocolate, alas.
The thing that sucks about an unpublished novelist finishing a series book is the realization that these characters may wind up locked in a closet and forgotten for, potentially, ever. All the work, sweat, and love I’ve put into them could be for naught. Just one more 100k word sack of grist for the mill.
Ah well. There’s always Rasputin and Munin.
Onward!