You know what? Unless anyone else finds anything egregiously wrong with the not!Iron Man fic*, I'm going to call it done. It's just shy of 16,000 words, and if it gets any longer, the only place I'll be able to send it to will send me a "sorry, didn't grab" rejection. The length it's at now, it's still eligible for Writers of the Future (assuming I don't win this quarter, heh). I'll probably go over it once or twice more, because there's always something, and it still needs a title.
No. "Of Werewolves and Terrorists" is an awful title. Seriously. *glares at Muses* That's just bad. Stop it.
In weight news, I was 126.0 this morning. OMG. I can fit into shorts from the last WriterCon. Size 8. And they're loose on me.
*Yes, this is an invitation to the Concrit Group to really tear into it. But I'm not looking for ways to make it longer, just any bad mistakes, at this point.