It's done. It's finally done. It took me almost 50,000 words to do it, but I can finally say that I no longer have to work on When They Come, ever ever again. I don't even feel sad. Just really relieved. Wait, that's the one where you feel a little nauseated, giggly, talk to much, hit on everything that moves, keep telling people you love them...
Oh, wait, that's being drunk? My mistake.