Done.

Twelve pages.
Three or so days.
I think it's where it needs to be now.
Maybe.
So now it's done.
But maybe not.
Because I'm so close to that word count I was aiming for.
Because one more pass would put me there.
Easily.
I think.
Then again,
Reading it through might show a problem or two,
Which would also affect the word count.
Dang.
I just don't know.
Oh heck, I'm probably going to print it.

The end.

Now get back to the beginning.
Those twelve pages aren't going to fix themselves.

I didn't know she had a sister.

New Thor, meet Jet Valkyrie, a woman.
Yeah, I can see the resemblance, too.

Can Big Shot and the Mighty Agrippa, Roman God of the Aqueduct, be far behind?

Why didn't you love me, mom?

Sweet potato pie!

I'm pretty sure Lydia Karaoke works at Marvel now.

She did some focus group work that clearly shows they can salvage the comic by skewing the demographics toward 12-year-old females.

Or they just decided to do it because they've done it in the past.
I don't have any problems with it.
What I have problems with is the fact that they gave her boob plate.
That and the fact that, much like Brad Pitt in Troy, one look told me exactly how and where to kill her.