Still just under 5,300, because of course I had to go and cut a lot today before I went and added something new.
Seeing now that a lot of what I wrote so quickly in the last few days still needs a whole lot of work. Not sure of my characterisation in a few places; that Sam's been weird ever since the War doesn't help. It's difficult to gauge how weird, and in which specific ways, he would be in any given situation...
I thought I'd killed younger!Sam, the day before yesterday, but now I think he's actually still alive. That's good - even though the news of his death didn't seem to faze older!Sam much at all (though maybe it partly inspired his casual cruelty against the creepy crawlies in his garden - I dunno). Still, there's really been enough death in this story.
I think I found the ending today. Haven't written it yet, but I really know what's going to happen. I think.
I also think I wrote the first of two missing transitions today, though that may not be quite done yet.
And now, a note on another fic - one I wrote years ago and am about to revise a bit before I post it on AO3. That fic's set on another planet, whose surface I described, at the time, thus: ... there is no horizon, the emptiness of the ground melting into the emptiness of the sky.
I'd never actually seen anything like that, but a few days ago I found this photo from Antarctica:http://cdn.theatlantic.com/static/infocus/antarctica0304/s_a31_HITEBLUE.jpg
Yep, that's sky meeting ground there, although you can't see any horizon. It looks almost like I imagined it, except in my story the sky and the ground were much closer in colour, so the effect would be even more confusing.
And, courtesy of Improv Everywhere, via boingboing, here's what would happen if an Immortal went to an art gallery and stood in front of his own portrait:http://improveverywhere.com/2011/03/06/king-philip-iv/
Take-home message: immortals really need to stop worrying about being recognised. The public doesn't give a shit. :D
Going flat hunting tomorrow.