CAPSLOCK TIEMS!

I.
I MEAN.
I JUST.

I AM WRITING THE ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS FOR THE TEMPERED STEEL*, FORMERLY KNOWN AS THE PLOTBUNNY THAT CRAWLED OUT OF ANGBAND. 30 CHAPTERS, 111889 WORDS, 6½ YEARS, IT IS DONE. I DON'T. I CAN'T EVEN. I MEAN. I ACTUALLY FINISHED WRITING A FRICKIN' NOVEL. (TRILOGY.)

HOLD ME, SWEET SUMMER CHILD.

Ahem. Thank you, move on, nothing to see here. I DID IT. AHAHAHAHAHAH.

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* In case anyone who's not already on board seriously wants to know what these occasional bouts of authorial excitement have meant, here's the bloody thing in all its miserable glory. (Also available in Russian BE STILL MY WRITERLY HEART.)
Interest in Tolkien fanfic (First Age) and tolerance for absurdly complicated Quenya names required. Background knowledge of The Silmarillion might be helpful. Mostly unbeta'd except for Part One. Heed the warnings. I'm not responsible for anything. Except that I am.