In which Elaine finishes a novel and tries to be human again.

So as of this afternoon, 84,500 words later, I've finished the 2012 edits of The Disappearance of Rafael Panaligan. *collapses in exhaustion* I...I hope this this will be the start of me learning to be human again, and not a hermit.

And this is the last novel I'm getting into without a thorough strategy, or outline from the start. Holy hell, what took my X-men/Transformer YA spacepunk novel so long? ;___;