The hard part is done. The first draft has been completed and weighs in at 6,847 words. I seriously don't where I'm going to fit it all. If I have to expand to 28 pages for Loviatar no. 8, then so be it. That will teach me to not get so out of control with my pen.
The draft is jammed. There's a halfling who sells hallucination-inducing mushrooms. The little gnomes are back and they hunt in packs. With badgers. The issue includes a homicidal constable, a bored apprentice who tries to bean a party member with an apple as she sails by on her master's flying carpet and a giant, talking snake. (It got that way from eating humans - their brains, mostly.) We've got a giant owl nest, a wind spirit, an auction to purchase a baby otyugh and DEAR LORD WHAT WAS I THINKING?
Like I said, it'll all fit...somewhere.