Seriously. A whole novel. 107,573 words. And it's got donkeys. She's still doing some developmental editing, then plans to share with beta readers, then query agents, but here's our guess: somehow, before long, you will have in your hands your very own astounding, stupendous, splendiferous work of speculative fiction by our very favorite human. (Bonus—it's looking like a trilogy). And no, we're not fooling (despite today's date). It's true, and we're so proud. Who knew the humans in this family could write too! Ears to you, The Cosmic Crew Non Sequitur: Melvin is learning to wear a pack saddle so that he can carry flowers in parades.