No, unfortunately that is not the name of the sequel. However much you may think that is a good title, I'm not listening to you. That is, however, the name of the winter storm whose grip I and those whom I love are currently nestled within. (Julie March not excepted.) That means something like three to four inches of snow, laying comfortably over a thick layer of ice. And lemme tell you, the ice is everywhere.

All in all, things look something like this:

That means that, for the past three days, I've been inside, slowly nibbling away at what I need to accomplish in the aforementioned sequel. Which has been fun. And, I'm happy to report, I have overcome that terrible slump I was in. And it's all thanks to a new character. But I won't be telling you any more than that.

Yes, this is what life is like being a Pantser. He just sort of came into existence. Don't question it.