Instead of tantrums, though, I'm getting bounciness and the delightful "Wow, if it's this enthralling while my inner proofreader is trying to purple-pen it, I wonder what it's going to be like when it's polished," sense. It would be so cool to be yet another little nest of good (and published) novelists. (I'm going to have to get my other one printed out, polished up, and start searching for a good home.)
Someone else is going to have to go through and correct for tense in the happy princess/pirate/assassin book, though. It's been too long, and my brain's overloaded. Too many years away from the keyboard. *sigh* I can still tell when something doesn't look right, so that's a start.