I'm putting some important little scenes into "the book," so, no, it's not done. I'm still puttering about the ending, but I'm sure I'll get it here shortly. I still need to do some illustrations, and I tried to pick up a pencil this last weekend and found I couldn't draw worth a damn. This bodes ill for a story wherein I don't even know what species the main character is and what he looks like. I'll see if I can get focused this weekend. What I may have to do is find a closeup picture of someone I like and do a copy-portrait, because that's my strength and it might free up my hand.
I dreamed last night I was playing guitar again. I think my subconscious is trying to tell me to PRACTICE. I've already lost my calluses again.