RoW 80 - March 13th Check In
Added 2000 words since Wednesday. I have 9951 words left on my goal. The manuscript is at 45,366. In the homestretch! (Even though work on Luck for Hire is far from over.)
Kicking goals for the next RoW80. Spring semester finals week falls in the second round, which means I'm not going to have much Eric to fall back on. The tentative plan is to skip over to Divine Fire and give that manuscript the 10% cut as well as fill some of the holes. I also need to do a few things with regards to Lucinda at the Window. And maybe do a final clean up of Pas de Chat? Then back to work on Luck after Eric's done with classes? I always have more goals than time.
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matociquala
suggested it earlier in the week and every once in a while it's a good way of taking stock, the first line meme: Post the first line (er, first few lines?) of works-in-progress. (presented here in order of seriousness)
Luck for Hire
Before Aleister Luck found himself at the offices of Devine, Chance & Merit, he stopped at a Circle K. He had a yen for a cup of coffee.
Divine Fire
Against the violet-black night sky, the buildings swayed and reeled. Decazzi willed them to stop, but it was no use. The stars wouldn't stay still either.
Fuel Eaters
Noosk's ass hurt. He swore that the Bay beneath him walked with an uneven gait on purpose just to bounce his tailbone against the ridge of the poor-quality saddle.
"Copy Exact"
(short story I might get around to writing)
They hadn't done their homework. That's the only explanation because if they had, they would have never asked me to the fab's opening.
Zeta Iota
(We'll come back to this project, but when we do it will be different.)
Gordon "Monty" Zyul traveled silently in the desert twilight. The mu-bots of his armor allowed him to skim lightly over the dusty ground and created a mottled pattern that blurred the edges of his silhouette.
Fallen Star
(kind of a prequel to Divine Fire that may or may not ever be written)
It was the perfect night for charting. Not a cloud passed between Celia's eyes and the heavens above.
Phoenicia Harbor Project
(Eric doesn't plan on coming back to this project, but I have a soft spot for it.)
From the gloom of the shop, Felicia peeked through the door. She squinted against the late afternoon light that glared off of the whitewashed building across the street. Aside from the stream of idle shoppers, the coast was clear.
Click to go to Mr. Linky
Kicking goals for the next RoW80. Spring semester finals week falls in the second round, which means I'm not going to have much Eric to fall back on. The tentative plan is to skip over to Divine Fire and give that manuscript the 10% cut as well as fill some of the holes. I also need to do a few things with regards to Lucinda at the Window. And maybe do a final clean up of Pas de Chat? Then back to work on Luck after Eric's done with classes? I always have more goals than time.
Because
matociquala
suggested it earlier in the week and every once in a while it's a good way of taking stock, the first line meme: Post the first line (er, first few lines?) of works-in-progress. (presented here in order of seriousness)Luck for Hire
Before Aleister Luck found himself at the offices of Devine, Chance & Merit, he stopped at a Circle K. He had a yen for a cup of coffee.
Divine Fire
Against the violet-black night sky, the buildings swayed and reeled. Decazzi willed them to stop, but it was no use. The stars wouldn't stay still either.
Fuel Eaters
Noosk's ass hurt. He swore that the Bay beneath him walked with an uneven gait on purpose just to bounce his tailbone against the ridge of the poor-quality saddle.
"Copy Exact"
(short story I might get around to writing)
They hadn't done their homework. That's the only explanation because if they had, they would have never asked me to the fab's opening.
Zeta Iota
(We'll come back to this project, but when we do it will be different.)
Gordon "Monty" Zyul traveled silently in the desert twilight. The mu-bots of his armor allowed him to skim lightly over the dusty ground and created a mottled pattern that blurred the edges of his silhouette.
Fallen Star
(kind of a prequel to Divine Fire that may or may not ever be written)
It was the perfect night for charting. Not a cloud passed between Celia's eyes and the heavens above.
Phoenicia Harbor Project
(Eric doesn't plan on coming back to this project, but I have a soft spot for it.)
From the gloom of the shop, Felicia peeked through the door. She squinted against the late afternoon light that glared off of the whitewashed building across the street. Aside from the stream of idle shoppers, the coast was clear.
Click to go to Mr. Linky
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