So a couple weeks after bouncing off the first draft of Escaping Canaan, I’m back in the word production business. Behold, the first Magic Meter for “The Winter Palace:”
Yeah, that’s right. You can’t stop the rock, you bastards.
That projected word count of 5K is already looking like a pipe dream. And I still don’t know how this thing is going to end. But I suppose that’s better than not knowing how it begins.
Speaking of beginnings, here are the opening paragraphs:
Father had always told her never to talk to snakes. But it wasn’t her fault. She had only gone to the river to get away from the castle for a bit, as she often did when angry or unhappy. And the snake spoke to her first. So how could that be her fault?
Still, she knew Father would never approve. She knew she shouldn’t have replied. But she did it, anyway.
Besides, the snake had been so nice.
No updates for Write Club.
Rocking on . . .