"She's so unhip, when you say Dylan...

...she thinks you're talkin' 'bout Dylan Thomas. Whoevah he was."*

Sampo now has sections. With Dylan Thomas titles. This is totally inappropriate for any audience but myself, and I will call them "Part One," "Part Two," and "Part Three" on the manuscript itself. (Or else I will actually put in material to support their use. Probably not, though: Part Two's title is secretly a plot point spoiler for anyone who can complete the line that starts with "Rage, rage," which is most people, yah? porphyrin for sure has made the connection that would make this possibly spoilery, and some of the rest of you critiquers may have as well.)

I'm secretly all proud and squirmy: I've never had sections before! I thought I had sections before, but what I had was a trilogy masquerading as a single book. Well, sort of a trilogy. A duology with a related stand-alone work. I am neither allergic nor married to the t-word.

But sections! I've got 'em. And they are not a trilogy in disguise. They are sections. Structure. Whee.

Also I got to the chapter with the rain of toads today. Some idiot appears not to have written a couple of chapters that go before it, but never mind that: I love the rain of toads. It makes me so happy. It has lines like, "Edward would not have thought it would hurt so much to be pelted with toads." Also it is the precursor of the rain of frogs, which makes me even happier. And the mouse tornado. Bitey bitey squee squee. Yay.

Books ought to make someone happy sometime, and I don't see why it shouldn't be me and today.

*( historical footnote )