Not going to complain about outbreaks of prose.
I'm going to have to buckle down and finish a draft of the knighting story soon, though, so I can have time to do a second draft. Plotty things are always such puzzles to solve as I write. Once I get all the pieces sorted out and positioned right, the writing can shift modes to more of a wordsmithy thing. But until then, I feel like I'm swinging giant steel girders around with cranes. The really tall kind.
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