Despite my travels last week, I managed another 3K of new verbiage on From Earth I Have Arisen. A little weird that I should be counting new words on a rewrite, but that’s just the way it goes. Magic Meter say:
Despite all the cuts I had made earlier, the rewrite has now officially outstripped the first draft. I kinda had the feeling that would happen. And while I’m still not done, I’m really close. Might even finish it this week.
In other good news, I seem to be finally emerging from the funk I’ve been in for the last month or so, thank goodness. Now that I’m in a little better headspace, I feel qualified to self diagnose: some professional setbacks that happened to hit during an ebb in my productivity combined for nice little double barrel of despair. But now I’m going toward the light.
Oh, wait. I’m not supposed to go into the light, am I? Drat. It all gets so confusing.
For your snippet this week, a quick peek at the climax:
The
Night Wind‘s envelope was shredding, engulfed in flame.
That’s all you get for now.
No updates for Write Club.
Gotta boogie.
