I have two main characters, one of them an earnest, sincere, constricted woman who I hope can grow out of it. The other one is Raven, the god of Chaos, who, being a god, doesn’t grow, but because he is Raven, is frequently either appalling or hilarious. It has been a blast to write, but Raven’s has broken the fourth wall, and made the whole thing somewhat chaotic. I’m currently pondering how to wrap it all up. Squashing a grandma is a definite possibility.