CM Simpson: Writer & Gamer

 The day before yesterday, I started a work-for-hire (WFH) project, so my routine got adjusted - which I always find hard to adapt to. So, the day before yesterday, I managed 2,000 words on what I will call WFH01. I can't share any of those. Yesterday, I reached my word minimum for that project (4,000) and then fitted in another 2,000 words on Andromeda's Pledge . Here are some of them: Words from the 10th: Andromeda's Pledge (Chapter 7):  Back on the command deck, her father bowed his head as the crew briefly applauded. “Nice work, Adriksson. Now, inform the ship we are jumping and strap down.” “Yessir,” Stanik replied, hearing the captain speaking to the pilot and engineers as he did as he’d been asked. “Ready?” Poulsson asked, as he finished the broadcast. “Ready, sir,” came the steady answer. As the pilot and engineers started the warp, the captain’s eyes drifted to his console, and the image of the skyfighters still pursuing them. Two of the small craft w...

 Long day, yesterday - and a difficult one, but the words got done, albeit on one project. Here you go: Words from the Seventh: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Andromeda's Pledge (Chapter 6): The ‘General Broadcast’ screen returned, and was replaced by a black screen with white letters. It read: Communications channel closed. Emergency use only. “Well, that’s hardly ideal,” Casilia murmured, wondering how Ivan was going to let her know when he’d found Kimmie. She’d barely finished speaking, when Captain Poulsson’s face replaced the black screen. “Mrs. Adriksson?” he began. “Yes,” Casilia acknowledged, wondering who else he’d expected to find in her pod. She waited for him to continue. He paused for a few seconds, and then spoke. “I’m sorry, but we’ve been forced to call off the crew search for your daughter. She’s not visible on the security feeds, so we assume she’s in an ...

The day before yesterday, I wasn't feeling a hundred per cent so I did no words. Yesterday, I wasn't feeling too crash hot, either, but words got done regardless. Days off are okay, but I can't afford too many of them in a row. Here's what got done: Words from the Sixth: Andromeda's Pledge (Chapter 4): “They do not want the ship to launch.” Joseph bit back the urged to order Ivan to tell him something he didn’t know. He almost stopped himself rolling his eyes. Ivan caught the expression and the shadow of a smile crossed his face. Joseph wondered what the man thought was so funny. Whatever it was, it wasn’t funny enough to stop the smile fading and Ivan’s expression growing bleak. “Your country and my country are at war…with each other as well as SouthPac. If we do not launch we will all be sent home. Not only will we have to live through a war, but this project might never be allowed to happen…and so we are leaving. Now. While we still have the chance.” “...