The manuscript is done- for now. Not yet dead with a stake through its heart and buried at the crossroads, but for now, she is no longer a threat to the poor villagers. I have contacted the First Readers, that secret cabal of SMEs (Subject Matter Experts), professionals, writers and concerned citizens who will show me the flaws. Some will brave the challenge, some will come up with whiny little excuses about not having time- such is the way of all quests.
It's a pretty good feeling. And fellow INKers- you're drafted. We don't accept no stinking excuses from our own!