fleshing out the very skeletal last chapter and epilogue of talassio. and feeling tired, which for once is a good thing, because everyone involved is also very tired at this point. lovely when you can really feel it, when you are right there with your characters, weary and wrung out and yet still pushing on.
i keep pushing out the total word count on it. 101k and counting, but we are so very close to being Done, not just done.