Sunday Metrics

[vg_ford]

I’m trying to write everyday, starting today, like I said in my interview. It’s really the only way to get stuff done. Even if it means giving up sleep to do so.

Metrics from today:
Starting Count: 56934
Ending Count: 58223
Net Gain: + 1289

Starting line:
The background was another perfect New England fall evening: sugar maples glowing red and gold in the pearlescent twilight.

Ending line:
Thom turned at the familiar voice. “Domyelle?”

Darling:
Flames. There were indistinct flames moving through the house, as if they were there and yet not – almost the ghosts of flames. They licked around the stones and out of the windows of the house, a harbinger of disaster and a specter of the past, all at the same time. Smoke, or mist, curled around the house, and Nikki could almost see something in the fog – something sinister. It touched the very heart of her for some reason.

Podcast might be a bit late – but it will be up either tonight or tomorrow night. I do promise! Just ran into some RL stuff that delayed me a bit.

Originally published at The words of Valerie Griswold-Ford. You can comment here or there.