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And We Are Ashes: Chapter 5, Part 2
Nov. 8th, 2007 12:34 amWell, contrary to my expectations at the "start" of today, which really started for me somewhere in the vicinity of 2:30pm, PST, I made my word count and I'm feeling REALLY GOOD about how the story is going. I can see the places where I'm going to need to fatten it up, but the bones are lovely and starting to knit together into something resembling a skeleton. Have I taken that metaphor as far as I can? Yes, I think so. The eye is a lot better. Which still resulted in a lot of sleep, a lot of squint eyed, one eyed typing and a lot of tissues being used (mostly wadded between my glasses and my eye to hold the lid down), but still...better. I'll take better. And I still managed word count.
16332 / 50000 words. 33% done!
Today's Word Count: 2,355
Current Total Word Count: 16,332
Estimated Total Word Count: ~100,000
What's bad: Trying to make Indiana's topography conform to Kripke's idea of Indiana's topography. I do not think that state looks like what you think it looks like, Mr. Kripke. Fortunately, I avoided Sam having to hitchhike all the way to Louisville.
What's good: Emily. I really didn't want to make her a bad guy and I found a way to sort of pull it out and to make the connection of information to Sam a little easier. I think the convo with Sam and Dean went really well. And after being very afraid I wasn't going to make my word count because my eye led me to sleep away most of the day, I made it and then some. So yay me!
What pleases me: There's a call from his mom too, a periodic dull vibration of his cell to remind him that the voice mail is there, unanswered, unheard. Sam had felt a certain vicious satisfaction when her number had shown up on the caller ID. Not enough to answer, still pulsing hotly with anger and conflicting cross currents of suspicion, but enough to feel like he'd won. Mary Winchester was never the first to bend.
Of course, her voicemail was probably something along the line of, You tell me where you are right now, and, I am so gonna kick your ass when I catch up to you…
But, as long as he doesn't listen to the voicemail to confirm or deny that speculation, he can hold onto the faint glimmer of victory. Especially since it's the only one he has right now.
Previous parts can be found here
( Just...go save Mom, okay? )
Today's Word Count: 2,355
Current Total Word Count: 16,332
Estimated Total Word Count: ~100,000
What's bad: Trying to make Indiana's topography conform to Kripke's idea of Indiana's topography. I do not think that state looks like what you think it looks like, Mr. Kripke. Fortunately, I avoided Sam having to hitchhike all the way to Louisville.
What's good: Emily. I really didn't want to make her a bad guy and I found a way to sort of pull it out and to make the connection of information to Sam a little easier. I think the convo with Sam and Dean went really well. And after being very afraid I wasn't going to make my word count because my eye led me to sleep away most of the day, I made it and then some. So yay me!
What pleases me: There's a call from his mom too, a periodic dull vibration of his cell to remind him that the voice mail is there, unanswered, unheard. Sam had felt a certain vicious satisfaction when her number had shown up on the caller ID. Not enough to answer, still pulsing hotly with anger and conflicting cross currents of suspicion, but enough to feel like he'd won. Mary Winchester was never the first to bend.
Of course, her voicemail was probably something along the line of, You tell me where you are right now, and, I am so gonna kick your ass when I catch up to you…
But, as long as he doesn't listen to the voicemail to confirm or deny that speculation, he can hold onto the faint glimmer of victory. Especially since it's the only one he has right now.
Previous parts can be found here
( Just...go save Mom, okay? )
