Notched 5K on "From Earth I Have Arisen," bringing Magic Meter to here:
Figured out the purpose of that scene I was struggling with last week: turns out I needed to kill some people. Truly, I should have thought of that sooner. Amazing how often violence and mayhem solves my problems. In fiction, I mean. I would never think of doing any of this stuff in real life. Never. Trust me.
Heh. Heh. Heh.
I figure I’m about halfway through this thing. I suppose I’d have a better estimate if I knew how it was going to end–but as usual, it looks like my muse is dispensing that information on a need-to-know basis only. That’s just how she operates, folks. Can’t fight city hall.
Your snippet:
The wind was a little too brisk, carrying him more quickly than he would have liked. He would be over and past the airport in a matter of moments. He had to take in as much as he could, and save the analysis for later.
The binoculars resolved a fence that enclosed the perimeter, topped with coils of razor wire. Patrols walked along the fence, their rifles plain to see. The place was guarded like a dad-gummed prison. He wondered if–
A bright beam flickered into life, stabbing at the sky from the north side of the airport. A searchlight.
It swung in his direction.
No updates for Write Club.
Laterz.
