Another editing pass...

DONE. *squishes Mom & kicks Eudora (or whatever that email client she uses is) and Yahoo* By the way, Mom, those in-text [chapter break] things were there for reference and will be excised as soon as I decide where all of them are actually going. The three(?) I have in there are the ones that are definite.

I've also made a couple of improvements to my flashback scene. Physical reactions to fear for the win!

Also, I've cracked 95,000 words. \o/ And they're words in the middle rather than at the end, so my ending hasn't gotten more bloated than it already is.

And now I should probably dive into that opening sequence yet again. Because it still kind of sucks.

Another editing pass...

DONE. *squishes Mom & kicks Eudora (or whatever that email client she uses is) and Yahoo* By the way, Mom, those in-text [chapter break] things were there for reference and will be excised as soon as I decide where all of them are actually going. The three(?) I have in there are the ones that are definite.

I've also made a couple of improvements to my flashback scene. Physical reactions to fear for the win!

Also, I've cracked 95,000 words. \o/ And they're words in the middle rather than at the end, so my ending hasn't gotten more bloated than it already is.

And now I should probably dive into that opening sequence yet again. Because it still kind of sucks.

Well.

It's better. Way better. My word choices before were problematic and pulling me out of the scene rather than into it. I finally remembered that panic attacks have more physical reactions than just OMG CAN'T BREATHE and have incorporated them.

Now I can't breathe. Seriously, I've got the shakes. Hopefully, so will a reader who isn't nearly as invested in not!Harry as I am...

Which leads me to think that I may have come to the point where I'm identifying far too closely with not!Harry. Shit. And, courtesy of TV Tropes, I've discovered the difference between a Woobie, a Butt Monkey, and a Chew Toy. Not!Harry = Woobie. Definitely.

In other news, I'm wearing my Puppet!Angel t-shirt and debating whether or not I'm going to a Twilight Release Party tonight to nosh on free cake and point and laugh and shout "REAL VAMPIRES DON'T SPARKLE, DAMMIT. NOR ARE THEY FRAKKING VEGETARIANS."

Clearly, I have too much time on my hands. Also, issues.

Well.

It's better. Way better. My word choices before were problematic and pulling me out of the scene rather than into it. I finally remembered that panic attacks have more physical reactions than just OMG CAN'T BREATHE and have incorporated them.

Now I can't breathe. Seriously, I've got the shakes. Hopefully, so will a reader who isn't nearly as invested in not!Harry as I am...

Which leads me to think that I may have come to the point where I'm identifying far too closely with not!Harry. Shit. And, courtesy of TV Tropes, I've discovered the difference between a Woobie, a Butt Monkey, and a Chew Toy. Not!Harry = Woobie. Definitely.

In other news, I'm wearing my Puppet!Angel t-shirt and debating whether or not I'm going to a Twilight Release Party tonight to nosh on free cake and point and laugh and shout "REAL VAMPIRES DON'T SPARKLE, DAMMIT. NOR ARE THEY FRAKKING VEGETARIANS."

Clearly, I have too much time on my hands. Also, issues.