Words on the WiPs - Sunday, November 3, 2024:
Today, I started something new when it came to my writing...and I'm not sure it worked, but here are the results.
From Andromeda's Pledge (Book 1: Andromeda: Lost Ship & Colony):
Words Written Today: 1,299
There was a swoosh, followed by a gurgle, and the sound of the seals being sucked tight. Behind them, another set of doors echoed the sound.
Solomon stopped running, and Ivan drew to a halt beside him. The islander glanced at the doors ahead, then behind, then surveyed those lining the corridor. Above each and every one a red light flashed, then solidified, their red glow lending the sealed section an eeriness that Ivan could have done without.
The siren died, and silence followed its absence.
Solomon turned to Ivan. “Do they keep spare suits in this section?”
From Dark God's Rise (Book 1: Chronicles of a Dark God):
Total Words Written: 12,249
Raomar managed a small smile, but there was no joy in it—only solemnity.
“The gods command my attendance on the first night, and have demanded,” he continued, “that you and Grunwol mingle with the crowds for that and the week after. They wish you to investigate the fears of Karanth’s mages and priests. Once the week is done, you are both to return with fresh supplies for the citadel.”
“The gods will dictate when,” the elemental broke in. “And we will send the mules to fetch you.”
If that was news to Raomar, he didn’t show it. Instead he added, “I will take your reports, then.”
“I could go alone,” Brianda offered, “That’s how I usually work.”
Raomar shook his head.
“Not for this,” he told her. “The gods have spoken.”
From TBA (Book 1: Adventures in Umbreia)
Total Words Written: 39,149
Chapters Revised: 7-13
The cat ran under Weyona’s feet, and she swore. She was trying to juggle house keys, her mobile, and her purse, and the damn thing took full advantage, scampering through the barely opened door and out into the yard.
“Toxic!”
Every time she said it, she almost winced, but it still made her smile. It was a bad name for a cat, but the kids had named him, and she’d thought it was cute at the time. It wasn’t so cute when she was looking for him out in the park. The looks she got shouting his name as she searched the flower beds and fish ponds were borderline priceless!
Most people would be sympathetic. She lived in a cat containment zone, where pets weren’t allowed outdoors. If one escaped nearly everyone helped get it back before the local pet patrol found it.
This was the ninth time this week Tox had gotten away, and something told her the neighbors might be less-than-understanding, this time round. A much as they said they admired her for adopting a rescue cat, she didn’t think they were ready for the reality of it.
She raced after him, slamming the door behind her as she stuffed her keys and mobile into her purse.
“Tooooxiiiiic!”
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