Still all about the NaNo, sorry.

At least it's good news: I'm still keeping up with where I'm supposed to be, go me. (11,669 without the cushion.) This admittedly involved at least one night of being up until 12:30, writing not just bad smut but really bad smut, of which the best that can be said is that I did not actually descend to throwing in porn-style 'oh! ah! yes!' in an attempt to artificially inflate my word-count.

Next up is supposed to be closing out this arc, which only sorta resembles an arc but oh well, and starting up the next, and trying to figure out when people had time to do the things I know they did. And convincing Mariposa that the end of the world has not come if she can't sit on my lap between me and the keyboard. Sorry, kitty.