It’s not going particulary well wordcount-wise, but I have a real nifty story at my hands, with cat-people, explosions, viking-knockoffs and my eternal fetish of muscle-bound ladies.  It’s horribly derivative – Eddings, Discworld, Skyrim, heck I even seem to copy myself – but well,  it’s not often I get to write a too-lucky-for-her-own-good catperson that fate tries to screw over.

I am having FUN.