Minuscule verbiage, but hey, it counts. Magic Meter says so:
In the plus column, I’m into that second chapter I was so apprehensive about, and it’s going better than expected. Sometimes, you just gotta, you know, do the work.
In the minus column, my schedule of late has been unforgiving, and that has to change. Rearrangement of priorities is in order.
Meanwhile, your snippet:
In a moment’s lull between shellbursts, a stray report sounded, much fainter than the others. Kane would have dismissed it, except that it had come from the wrong direction, from somewhere behind him. He turned in his chair, just in time to hear shouts of alarm.
He had to crane his neck to see past the crowd. Several others, mostly toward the rear, were looking in the same direction as him and pointing. They had heard it, too.
Kane stood, frowning. Whatever it had been, it had been a bit further away than the fireworks display. He peered into the surrounding darkness, unsure what he was looking for.
He saw it a moment later. A gout of flame appeared in the night, highlighting black, billowing smoke.
Write Club updates:
Fifty days to a personalized bounce from Beneath Ceaseless Skies. And as previously announced, 3 days to a sale (yay!) to Eldritch Embraces. More pluses and minuses, I guess.
Onward.
