Yeah, so I have this 21,000 words of sequel to Spirit and the Letter which is basically a huge self-indulgent thing of ridiculousness. And then I'm in the middle of another separate thing about -- and there are Changes spoilers here, i'm assuming you don't care -- temporarily dead Harry haunting Marcone and resurrection plotcakes. For which I reread Shakespeare. I read Hamlet for my Dresden Files fic, I think I get a fucking toaster for that.

...so no. There is apparently no quitting.