In this busy, busy world, writing should be celebrated. I’m going to try to put down the first 100-200 words of each day’s writing. This will consist of the first unpublished (but still under copyright to me), unpolished words written each day on each project worked on. Today’s words were:
“Did we get him?” I asked
It took me most of the long walk to the conference room aboard the Hammer to realise that I was in no condition to take anybody on—and I didn’t relinquish my hold on the big fella’s arm until he’d tucked me into a seat right beside Delight.
“Nice job, sweetheart,” she said. “You nearly got us banned from this station, as well.”
I looked at her, too tired to do anything more than blink. It had been her idea to fill me full of nan-powered stims… again—which had been a really bad idea given the effect they’d had on me the last time.