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...thank you, Yahoo! News, for making me worry that I somehow may have contracted swine flu. Look, I'm relatively certain it's...I have no idea what it is, but whatever. We've moved on to coughing and sore throats now, but hey! My appetite has returned, which has the superbonus fun side effect of reminding me that I do in fact need to eat to survive and CONCENTRATE.

*headtilt*

Huh. Golden Age Narnia has an impartial jury system for anything except high treason. Curiouser and curiouser...

That said, I am resisting the urge to write a potboiler about Edmund tracking a spy ring through Cair Paravel. Despite the fact that It Would Be Fun. It starts with the murder of one of the spies we met in The White City and escalates from there.

Also the story where Peter and Susan are up in the northern marshes and we get to meet the Golden Age marsh-wiggles and the Bog People. Also, I think salt may be involved somewhere. I'm holding off on even poking more at this one because I need to do research on marshes.

Meanwhile, there's Dust, which is going slowly if only because I'm handwriting at the moment -- mostly so I can write and watch TV at the same time. I'll switch back to typing at some point in the near future. Jill's kind of an interesting narrator; I'm not sure how I feel about her. It's interesting writing someone who's not at the top of the food chain, because it goes back to the outsider POV I used to do a lot with Golden Age fic.

Also, at some point I expect betrayal.

dear god, i remember when this thing was going to be snippets

Dust just passed 100K. (It passed 200 pages back in Dust 12, but it was still at about 98K.)

I feel like I should throw some kind of party.

But, you know, the chapter's not done yet, the story's not done yet. Both of them are just beginning. (God help me on the latter.)

Buckle up, kids. It's going to be a wild ride.