H is for HEALY.

Originally from Great Britain, the Healys served the Covenant of St. George for over five hundred years without question or complaint. Some members of the family still do; Alexander and Enid did not, after all, represent the entire family line. In their time, the Healys were great monster hunters, and their name struck fear into cryptid hearts all across the Continent.

In Buckley, Michigan, the name "Healy" means the brief legacy of librarians who ran the local library with gentle hands and friendly smiles. Alexander Healy, the first man to encourage female library aides to apply. Jonathan Healy, stiffer and a little more awkward than his father, but friendly and brilliant. Alice Healy, who came home after the death of her grandfather and ran the children's library for years.

On the ghostroads, the name "Healy" means a smiling blonde woman with six-shooters at her hips and an Arizona drawl, showing a newly-died ghost girl how to make the best of what she had become. Frances Healy knew how to make an impression.

In certain drinking halls and secret libraries, the name "Healy" still means a Welshwoman with ink-stained fingers and clever eyes, asking questions no one had thought to ask before. Enid Healy expanded the family's understanding of the cryptid world by centuries.

The Healy legacy lives on in their descendants, the Price family, and in a certain strain of angry monster hunters, still working for the Covenant, furious about what their family has become. Blood is thicker than water, after all.

It's the 15th of the month, and that means it's time for the February 2012 current projects post, in which I tell you what I'm working on, and you finally understand why I don't have time for tea. To quote myself, being too harried to say something new: "These posts are labeled with the month and year, in case somebody eventually gets the crazy urge to timeline my work cycles (it'll probably be me). Behold the proof that I don't actually sleep; I just whimper and keep writing."

Please note that all books currently in print are off the list, as are those that have been turned in but not yet printed (Blackout). The cut-tag is here to stay, because no matter what I do, it seems like this list just keeps on getting longer. But that's okay, because at least it means I'm never actively bored. I have horror movies and terrible things from the swamp to keep me company.

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Words: 35,287.
Total words: 92,654.
Reason for stopping: I need to eat a food.
Music: lots of dance music and modern country.
The cats: Alice, bed; Thomas, who knows; Lilly, guest bed.

So, uh. Yeah, I did not do all that in one night, but apparently I missed a few word count posts, so this is sort of getting me back into alignment. I actually wrote about 6,000 words tonight, after finishing my word count for "San Diego 2014" and realizing that I finally knew how to make the ending fall together the way that it's supposed to. Tomorrow night, I'll do the same thing (work on the project with a closer due date first, and then slide back into Verity's shoes for a little tango), and then this weekend, I'll probably type "THE END" on the draft as a whole.

It feels weird. Like, really weird. It's weird that I haven't finished it yet, and it's weird that it's so close to ending, because right now, this is it. I do not have a contract for book three, and whether I get one will be determined partially by how Discount Armageddon does. So this could be the end for me in this universe, and I'm not ready yet. I don't want to go. But the ending is here, and I have to let it be honest. I don't cheat. Not with things like this.

But it feels so weird. So, so weird.

I hope this isn't the end.