(metrics) Episode Two - The Death of Dreams

Starting Count: 0
Ending Count: 934
Net Gain: +934
Current Word MTD count: 2786


Starting line:

“They're waiting for you, Your Grace.”

Ending line:

And she was spat back out into the sunshine, blinking against sudden tears as spell threads tightened around her, tied to the silver claw that still burned on its chain around her neck.

Darling:

The stars were spinning, and they were going to make her sick. Cassandra closed her eyes, trying to blot out the movement, and found that the stars were embedded on the inside of her eyelids as well. Her chest burned, icy heat radiating out from a single point, burning a hole through her breastbone, and phantom fingers stroked across her mind. Somewhere in the very back of her head, she could feel the sun-warmed planks of the deck beneath her, and then that last vestige of the real world vanished as well.

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Pleased with how this is coming. Thinking about the conversation I had with zombiegoat on Facebook earlier today, and realized that no, it doesn't matter how late it is. I need to write every day.

Fear can go fuck itself.

(writing craft/update) Quick updates here....

I'm re-reading the Advent Story today, making character lists and notes for when I redo it for Advent Murders, and remembering why I loved writing this story. It's a fun place. Everyone's nice (for the most part). It's full of magic.

It's PERFECT for a murder. Almost begging for it. I can see Miss Marple in the corner, knitting a baby blanket and waiting for the axe to fall.

I'm also going to be putting up a Molly's Kitchen soon, because I will be down on the Cape tomorrow for my grandmother's surgery. I might have internet access, but I don't know. I will have MiniMe with me, and will continue to work on both Tales and Molly.

In sinus news - bleah. I hate fronts right now.