This is the book that never ends, ad nauseum

jmeadows is the first hero of the latest revolution. I've made another line-edit pass through Dreams to kill the evil forces of word-rep, who were dug in so deeply I'd missed them a dozen times before. The worst thing about writing in cobbled-together draft parts, besides the hair-tugging frustration, is that I totally lose track of what phrases and imagery I've used a dozen times already.

Still waiting for inspiration to strike on how to fix the last few chapters.

I've started a smooshy fairy tale story, which of course wants to be written in fairy tale omni. Someone pass the stabby knife.