So the Epilogue is now up after something like a 4-month hiatus, and with that, Marion's Memoirs is now finished!
(in the technical sense, i've still got to redraft early chapters shhhh)
It's taken me just under two years to complete- a month and two days away from being two years, actually. I don't know the exact details of how long it is, but I can tell you that it's longer word-wise than Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Not quite as long as Goblet of Fire, though, I don't think. There's a metric for you.
This book has seen me through Years 9, 10 and 11. It has seen me through depression, anxiety, loneliness, and my brief but amusing emo phase I had at 14. As such, it's been invaluable. Nothing has felt quite so easy or natural to write (even though comparing MM to other things I've written is like comparing a finished drawing to a tissue, a breadcrumb and a strand of hair respectively) and it will probably remain in the position of longest, biggest, favourite book for a while now. In fact, I'll probably be completely at a creative loss and go into hermit-mode once I've finished redrafting. But I try not to think about that.
This book may not be a bad-boy romance, Harry Styles may not kidnap anybody in it; it's not the most popular book on this site with millions of reads and votes but that's okay. Thanks to everyone who read it, thanks to all the commenters and voters too. Thanks to everyone who enjoyed it and thanks to everyone who, conversely, didn't enjoy it and thought "what the bleeding flip is this inane word-tripe and why do i waste my eye-beams on such filth". You are all wonderful and I love you.
[/long impassioned rant over]