At this point, I'm pretty sure that if I tried to completely stop writing it, the thing would coagulate into a formless entity of madness somewhere beyond the depths of existence and rip its way through time, space, and reality itself to come punch me in the face.
Which, on many levels, would be pretty neat in and of itself, but I just don't want to bother with that kind of hassle when I'm having roughly the same amount of fun writing it. Now, if I could be guaranteed it would bring cake along as well, that might be another story, but I have been duly and repeatedly informed that the cake is a lie. Shame.
Remember kids, Just say 'No' to Cthulhu!