Hidden Hinges, and the Messy Death of a Metaphor

Crossposted from the Deadline Dames, where this week we're answering reader questions. Come on over and play!

My brain is oatmeal today, because yesterday I finished the first draft of the third Strange Angels book. So if I occasionally sound like a babbling idiot, that's why. There's a snapback involved in finishing any huge project. This one is all the more intense because I don't get a break–I go right into last-minute Weasel Boy revisions and short-story reworking. Come August, when everythin