*still bouncy*
I tried to start editing last night, but ummm my brain was like "fuck this shit" and I watched Seven Pounds...or rather it watched me. But anyway, my goal today is to get it edited and sent off to my beta. *prays I caught her before she went outta town* If not, I'll likely find someone else to beta it and then put it up. Whoot!
It's around 8500 words at the moment, but I have quite a bit to add, to be honest. It'll probably be around 10K...max. I'm surprised, in all honesty. I thought it would be longer. Let's see...there are four parts. The chapter set-up is slightly different than usual, thanks to freaking Seven Days in April. Hmm...oh yeah! There IS an epilogue, but both somandalicious and kate0404 who have already read it...say a firm NO to the epilogue. I think I just may agree with them.
Do I feel bittersweet about ending this? Fuck no. I'm ready to move ON. While writing Broken, I've written a bunch of drabbles, two oneshots, and two short stories...and some other stuff. It'll be nice to focus on something else.
But anyway. I figured, ya know, long wait...yadda yadda...preview??
Still, it was all too much for one person to have to deal with. So, she continued walking, simply following the path, thinking and attempting to shake off her worries.
When Hermione reached the outermost edges of the gardens, she looked up at the nighttime sky; a very starry night with a full moon. Hermione remembered several points in the last six years when she would look to the skies with a heavy heart. She recalled feeling so small while her problems felt as enormous and vast and complex as the universe.
Tonight, Hermione looked to the sky for a completely different reason.
When she’d returned to London, she remembered feeling utterly alone and riddled with guilt. When she finally told the truth to Harry and Ron, Hermione felt relief. After convincing Narcissa to put her husband first, she felt wiser. Later, while watching a mourning Draco fitfully sleep, she felt vital-important. After talking to Harry, she felt strangely glad. When Hermione finally confronted Ginny, she left with a feeling of accomplishment. After she and Draco left the cemetery that afternoon, she felt like her strength had been renewed, restored. And tonight, as she watched the stars settle and looked at the handle of Ursa Minor, Hermione remembered where she’d come from, and was glad to have survived.
After everything she’d been through, these last problems in front of her didn’t seem so big anymore.
And Hermione felt…peace.
It's around 8500 words at the moment, but I have quite a bit to add, to be honest. It'll probably be around 10K...max. I'm surprised, in all honesty. I thought it would be longer. Let's see...there are four parts. The chapter set-up is slightly different than usual, thanks to freaking Seven Days in April. Hmm...oh yeah! There IS an epilogue, but both somandalicious and kate0404 who have already read it...say a firm NO to the epilogue. I think I just may agree with them.
Do I feel bittersweet about ending this? Fuck no. I'm ready to move ON. While writing Broken, I've written a bunch of drabbles, two oneshots, and two short stories...and some other stuff. It'll be nice to focus on something else.
But anyway. I figured, ya know, long wait...yadda yadda...preview??
Still, it was all too much for one person to have to deal with. So, she continued walking, simply following the path, thinking and attempting to shake off her worries.
When Hermione reached the outermost edges of the gardens, she looked up at the nighttime sky; a very starry night with a full moon. Hermione remembered several points in the last six years when she would look to the skies with a heavy heart. She recalled feeling so small while her problems felt as enormous and vast and complex as the universe.
Tonight, Hermione looked to the sky for a completely different reason.
When she’d returned to London, she remembered feeling utterly alone and riddled with guilt. When she finally told the truth to Harry and Ron, Hermione felt relief. After convincing Narcissa to put her husband first, she felt wiser. Later, while watching a mourning Draco fitfully sleep, she felt vital-important. After talking to Harry, she felt strangely glad. When Hermione finally confronted Ginny, she left with a feeling of accomplishment. After she and Draco left the cemetery that afternoon, she felt like her strength had been renewed, restored. And tonight, as she watched the stars settle and looked at the handle of Ursa Minor, Hermione remembered where she’d come from, and was glad to have survived.
After everything she’d been through, these last problems in front of her didn’t seem so big anymore.
And Hermione felt…peace.