The Stars and the Cookie Jar

As I wrote earlier, that's done, as far as the bones go. Now come months of edits before I defend! Ah, but it just feels so good to finish a book. Finish, and get in the shower, and waste the hot water, and then have champagne and s'mores. (We likes yeast, my precious. We are glad to have it back.)

Now, some commentary.

"Ema, I finished my book."

"Did you clean the cat litter box like I asked you?"

[My sister] "So now you, like, send it to the betas?"

....my sister is a fangirl. If my master's thesis was a fanfic (oh, that's good tinder for an lj-cut, sometime -- but not now) I'd have made it an AU, and all these incredibly cool people would have lived.

All my friends have sent hugs, squeals, eeeps and screams of shared joy across the cybergaps and the virtu-miles, and now I can sleep. My thanks again, again, again and again.

I have tried to honor them, and I hope they have peace...