And this wraps Nightmare Night, along with sending the story into that next phase. Some readers had felt that Fleur was doing too well in her sentence, was in need of a shakeup -- and guess what? Social earthquake, right on schedule. Go ahead: deal with that.
This chapter wound up around 10,700 words. (Unlike the previous posting, there was no natural break point.) We've let them have their holiday, with cider season approaching and no other celebrations on the calendar for a while. Time for everypony to get back to work, because that complication which was on the horizon? Travels.
But we'll hopefully find out how that starts to unfold in February. I want to post one more thing before this month closes, but it likely won't be on Anchor Foal. (I also have to try and get a doctor's appointment for her: it feels like she's been guzzling water -- and in that sense, I'm hoping to lose one day to a scheduled waiting room.) And I'd also like to minimize being jarred out of the writing state, which may mean having to leave all news tabs closed for a while.
Being out of the loop isn't always helpful. But it can be hard to find the inner centering required for creation, and over the last few days...
I'm not saying I killed anyone just by checking the feed. But the death of nine killed my ability to write for the rest of that day.
At least the bubble is quiet.