Also, I have learned that teenage Jenaya LePlage is a thoroughly unreliable narrator. I just want her to grow up already so that I can stop wanting to slap her all the time.
I think for NaNo I may even be able to write... dare I say it... the SECOND BOOK.
Er. That should not be taken as mocking fate. *knocks on wood*
I'm also finding that I no longer much like the titles of the trilogy. I'm not on the point of coming up with new ones yet - I've been calling this book by this title since I was thirteen, that will take longer if it happens at all - but they're bothering me, a little. Just a little.
It's weird, though. The way I'm writing it now... it's kind of anticlimactic, certainly nothing like the mad dancing (and slightly delirious) triumph that accompanied my finishing Riverwend... though admittedly I had a three-degree fever when I finished Riverwend.
I don't have to be feverish to write! This is good to know!
And I think I got my first LJ comment spam yesterday. The hell?