Day 8 Metrics

Here's the metrics from Wednesday. Thursday, I got nothing. Big fat zero. *sigh*

Now I need to work on Friday's totals. At least I broke 10k!



Word Goal for the day: 1667 - made 872

Starting line: Just like the child that Lyla is carrying.

Ending line: Mists started to wind around the corner, filling the hall and coming towards him, cool fingers of damp that caressed his warm skin, chilling him.

Darling: Thomas wandered down the halls, exhaustion bleeding from every pore but unable to sleep.

Deaths: none. I'm really slacking.

Good Things: Thomas actually acted human for a bit. There might be hope for him.

Bad Things: Scared Thomas. And Krys is plotting something...

Off to war...