I see the end of this, friends. Just one last big push, and I think the sequel will be ready to hurl at my editor, like a rotten pumpkin off a trebuchet.
Or, y’know, a flaming piano. I’m not sure which one this manuscript most resembles, to be honest.
In any case, that’s why I will not be here much this week, barring unexpected and exciting news. I’m working.
Back soon, I hope!
Rachel Hartman 
Maybe when you send it, you can include a picture of a flaming piano, just to convey the mood.
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Is it seriously weirdly trippy to have taken YEARS to write the first one, and mere months to write the second one?
Oh, there’s still plenty of time for it to take YEARS, alas. Captain Editorpants is never shy about saying, “This sucks; change it!” Well, he’s more polite than that. He usually says something more like, “Wow, that was great! And here’s a bunch of really obvious questions!” Which amounts to the same thing, alas.
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