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I know, shocking, huh? :p
Not only did I get words done on Last Rites, but I also got some of the plot summary done for Tales. In fact, the only must-do on my to-do list that didn't get done was taking down the Christmas tree. I call that a win.
Metrics:
Starting Count: 93291
Ending Count: 93980
Net Gain: +689
Current Word YTD count: 1256
Val’s Tea Fund: $9
Worldbuilding words: 567
Starting line:
“Okay, everyone, time to fly.”
Ending line:
His form shimmered as they came up to the Gate, a faint blue glow surrounding him. Justin frowned, but the glow lifted up from Kith and swarmed the large padlock, forming an insubstantial key. A soft snick echoed through the silence, and then the gate swung open.
Darling:
Kith led them down a long, winding path through a dark evergreen forest, far different from the dead trees that seem to coat so much of the Shadow Lands. Moss thudded under Cerberus’ hooves, and the dry, dusty scent of pine filled Justin’s nostrils. Somewhere in the distance, a crow cawed, and Justin’s skin crawled again, this time with foreboding. Who knew what they would find in Madness’ realm?
Not only did I get words done on Last Rites, but I also got some of the plot summary done for Tales. In fact, the only must-do on my to-do list that didn't get done was taking down the Christmas tree. I call that a win.
Metrics:
Starting Count: 93291
Ending Count: 93980
Net Gain: +689
Current Word YTD count: 1256
Val’s Tea Fund: $9
Worldbuilding words: 567
Starting line:
“Okay, everyone, time to fly.”
Ending line:
His form shimmered as they came up to the Gate, a faint blue glow surrounding him. Justin frowned, but the glow lifted up from Kith and swarmed the large padlock, forming an insubstantial key. A soft snick echoed through the silence, and then the gate swung open.
Darling:
Kith led them down a long, winding path through a dark evergreen forest, far different from the dead trees that seem to coat so much of the Shadow Lands. Moss thudded under Cerberus’ hooves, and the dry, dusty scent of pine filled Justin’s nostrils. Somewhere in the distance, a crow cawed, and Justin’s skin crawled again, this time with foreboding. Who knew what they would find in Madness’ realm?
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