Novel gazing again

I keep comparing What We Did to Piss Off the Continent to a pinata: every time I whack it with a stick, tasty things shoot out. Today was difficult because Mris not brain so good. (I woke up at 5:40 thinking, "Must -- not -- let -- Karina -- miss -- plane!!!!! In, um, six hours. Oh. Crap.") But the book: it is a good and shiny book. For at least the next five pages.

And with that, a series of fiction-writing-centered questions, last answered by rysmiel that I saw:

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