I finished everything. Three collages, two longhand stories for the Saloncon auction, and most importantly:
The Alchemy of Winter is done.
I have been working nonstop over the last two days, and I'm about to fall over, but it's done, it's all done.
The key seems to be telling myself there's no way I can do it. Some part of me goes "Fuck you, self, you'll see."
To Saloncon now, and New York.