I think yesterday I morphed from thinking of Beating Drums As a fic to Beating Drums as a book.

It was a slightly scary experience. I've started actually taking a proper interest in where things are going, and it's making me anxious. The only reason I actually WANT it to be a book is so I can present my friend with a copy and go "here".

Because I fucking adore her, and I wouldn't be writing this if it wasn't for her.

So.

The end.