Total words: 23,633.
Reason for stopping: I'm at the end of chapter six, and it's time for bed. Also, not all 11k was done in one sitting.
Music: last week's episode of Mental.
Lilly and Alice: licking my elbow, and parts unknown, respectively.
So I am now six chapters into the process of yanking the existing text of book five—foolishly written before the final revision of book four—into line with the finalized continuity. It's definitely weird to be deeply involved with the fifth book in a series when everyone else is just starting to get into the first one. I would say "never again," but I've met me, so that would just be asking for trouble.
Anyway, The Brightest Fell is a lot of fun, and I'm hoping its existence reassures people who are just now finding out I exist that no, really, I plan to stick with this series until it's finished. (Also that this really isn't a trilogy. Trilogies are great. I'm writing a trilogy. But trilogies come with certain literary conventions that aren't honored by A Local Habitation, so the more I can convince people that it's "book two," not "the middle book," the better.)
I make progress! I dance the dance of joy. And now I sleep.