Teaching Her A Lesson, Part 16 (Patreon)

Hey, look at me practicing healthy work-life balance and not just cranking out 5000 words a day. :D But here we are, part 16. It's a bit of a montage, Monday evening to Friday morning of the second to last week of the GHS school year. Once again I gave some thought to breaking it into separate parts, but let's acknowledge I can't do short hot bursts like Pan and accept it for what it is. If you like to read in installments and take your time with things, each day is more or less its own mini-chapter and is clearly indicated, so have your bookmarks handy.

I'm not sure how near we are to an end, but I am at least arriving close to where the end ought to be in my head. Not 100% sure how we'll get there or if it will read on the page anything like how it plays out in my head, but rest assured I do have some idea where it's going, so long as nobody comes along and fucks it up for me, as my characters all too often do to my plans.

Lastly, this almost certainly isn't worth saying, but because of the times we're living in right now, at least for my American readers, I made the editorial decision to use the word "niggling". (You can probably already see how this isn't worth saying.) It's one of those words I'd use out loud without a second thought, but man, you put that sucker in writing, and suddenly... Anyway, rest assured it's etymologically distinct, and that your author simply has too many over-zealous SJWs in his peripheral vision to not clarify such things, particularly for anybody who thinks I might just be an insensitive clod. (No need to shame me for being over-concerned about coincidences of spelling; I'm not all that concerned, yet nevertheless plenty ashamed. Plus, if you think I'm being crazy, check this shizzle out, yo.)

Anyway, stupid word drama aside, I hope you enjoy the newest chapter. I'm hoping to get Friday done in the next couple days, but we'll see how much it snowballs. Could be zany, gang. One word: sixsome. More to come!