It's over, it's over, it's over, my friends

[tocryabout]

Chapter 15, "Toute en Splendeur", is complete. Referendum! Annoyingly political relatives! Hockey!

Upon some consideration, I decided that since I'm doing a sequel I have nothing much to say in the epilogue. So we're done. 65,700 words. Endnotes are here.

As a DVD extra sort of thing, I also found a file on my computer which you may or may not find interesting: the McCree/O'Brien family tree, with unimportant siblings left off (I was trying to save space). Nana is Margaret Macdonald, a reference to my own great-aunt who died this year. Grey text = deceased.

Finally, new banner:

(That's Tony Dekker of Great Lake Swimmers, not Joel Plaskett.)

Hooray for me, anyhow. The first chapter of the sequel is quite close to complete, so you'll be seeing it quite soon. As soon as I think of a title. (I always regretted giving Aphanes its rather impenetrable Greek name; not really a grabber.)

*drinks wine*

Comments

[brownbetty]

I set this aside to read later and only just got around to it now. Thanks for getting Joel to this place where I can like him. And thank you so much for giving me so much Ottawa scenery!

[to-cry-about.livejournal.com]

Heh, I'm glad you stuck with him. He means well, like most of us messed-up and annoying people. And the Ottawa stuff was pure indulgence, I love writing it -- cities are poorer when nobody writes about them, even if all that's mustered up is fanfic and the occasional bone from real writers (Charles De Lint is my Ottawa-as-setting hero).