DONE! sorta.
Tuesday, August 23rd, 2011Words written: 1,246
Total words: 4,904
Pages: 9
Reason for stopping: fini!
Darling du Jour: ”He smelled like rain and leather and a hint of soap – so reassuringly human after the smell of air conditioning and old liquor and Citronella. His fingertips deft brushed her hair from her neck and she thought Forgive me, not sure if she was asking Gil or Vic or herself, forgive me but this softness, this warm and alive while Vic has an arm around the trainee waitress, not in his right mind I know but in the wake of that cold dark figure, taking this comfort, I’m not the strong one, if this is the end just let it happen please. “
Fail du Jour: (ngelic? Sweet?)
Mean Things: The single most blood-curdling death I’ve ever written, before the calamari is even battered.
Jury-rigging: Lots of slapdash in this one. It was clear the end was happening today — even went an hour over my allotted writing time to do the end. The stakes aren’t quite high enough and some things come out of nowhere. Ah well. The magic of editing will take care of it.
Still a ways to go — but after the story gathers dust for a month and I have perspective. For now:
