Why my friend's husband says I should never tell people my dreams.

You know those nights when you dream you're Mac from Veronica Mars and you have to hack a bunch of amusement park rides' control systems while riding them in order to keep evil stage magicians from killing everybody, and you wake up exhausted and convinced that it was your brain's way of dealing with the vertigo sensations?

No?

Never mind, then.

What I've -- Surprise! -- Been Doing

Chapters remaining:
21, 27, 28, 33

And what's left on 27 and 28 is good fun, too, I think. I have almost certainly written at least slightly short and will have to make some things make sense outside my own head on the next draft. Also there will be room to wedge more cool in. I've done it before; I'd be surprised if I didn't do it again. Still. I am pleased with the work done today.