27 – A Paragraph Excerpt and Today’s Count

DAY 33 (July 6, 2016) – The writing was good today. Fun and interesting. Some creepy difficult stuff to write, but interesting. I had a particular paragraph that hit the mark for me, helped me remember why I’m still writing at all, considering I don’t expect this book to published. I’d like to share that bit of exposition with you:

“He stepped inside pretty as you please, shut the front door behind him, and I waited, listening to the shoop clud of blood rushing across my temples and on to the lycanthropic parts of my brain. On the doorstep I could still smell the evening sun baked onto his skin, how it mixed with his sweat to create a musk he would have carried with him throughout life, the odor his wife would have found familiar after a time as it clinged to bed sheets and followed him around the house in the summer. The scent of him, his essence, a life force scent just fragile enough to disappear as quickly as it first formed in the womb. I took in this scent deeply and my blood rushed again shoooop CLUD shoooooop CLUD clud.”

I may have been able to write a few more paragraphs, maybe another page today, but I wanted to leave off at a spot where I could pick right back up tomorrow. The old Hemingway trick. I think it was Hemingway. Maybe not. Total word count: 885.

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