For the amount I'm having to juggle who knows what about whom and when they know it (and when they don't), I really ought to have a mystery novel to show for it.
Instead, I have an Onyx Court book that makes me want to tear my hair out.
Let this be a lesson to all concerned: never inflict amnesia on multiple characters at once. (No matter how good your reason for it may be.)
Ah well. L'Editor liked it -- quite a bit -- so there's that stressor removed; I do still need to do a lot of work, but it's entirely of my own making. Can't really blame anybody but myself for that.
Oh, hey! The "l'editor" thing reminded me. If you're a fluent French speaker and could spare me a few minutes of work checking a handful of lines from this story, please drop me a line, either in comments or by e-mail. It isn't much, but I should probably fix it before this goes to the copy-editor.