No more time.

Well, after Sunday, my entire world is going to be packing, packing and did I mention packing? So I discussed with the hubby, and this weekend, I'm hoisting the flag.




Belladonna Dreams will be finished by Monday when I go to work.

The only break I'm really giving myself is tomorrow, when I go to writing group and feed the cats at my parents' house.

Off to write. I'll post counts as I go.

Starting count for the novel is: 74,967

Forgotten metrics.

I think these are from Wednesday, but I don't remember.

Goal for the day: 750
Actual words written: 1752

Starting line: A machine, powered by a wraith. A hellish instrument of torture, designed to shred the very core of a person, wiping the slate clean for someone else to set up housekeeping. That was the fate in store for Maggie if I couldn’t rescue her. And how long did we have?

Ending line: I sent Alis and James to bed at around midnight – the mixture needed to steep for a while in the moonlight, and they were both looking ragged.

Darling: And then clutched at him as fire ran down my throat into my belly, the glass falling to the floor and shattering as I knocked it over. My eyes were watering and the world was spinning; whatever had been in that glass set every nerve in my body to dancing. Lightning flickered in the darkness that fell over my eyes, and somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbled.

Progress....

Got about 750 words last night before Bear decided it was time for me to go to bed. And really, you can't argue with a cat howling at 40 decibels at 3 am. :\

Especially since when you tell him to shut up, he goes and howls at his father, who is trying to sleep.

Going to writer's group now, and then over to the parental units' house to feed their cats before coming back and committing more wordage. And knowing me, I'll probably write a bit there as well.

Have a good day, LJ!