Liftoff. We have liftoff.

Um.

I'm done.

Aubrey's doing a last second readthrough to make sure there aren't any glaring typographical errors, and then... that's it. Just have to print it out and hope the Kinko's Gods smile upon me.

Done.

Donedonedone.

Holy shit.



...and oh my god, I just found my missing work. In my IFS space, saved as a generic work file. I don't know whether to laugh or cry, but I'm done regardless.

Jesus. Comedy of freaking errors.

So. That's it.

Two bound copies of the T-Beast are sitting on my kitchen counter as I type this.

And now if you'll excuse me, I am going to sleep for approximately eleventy billion hours.