Those who keep their eyes squeezed tightly shut*
don’t have to take account of what their hands do.*
Today's Word Count: 2863
Novel Progress: Headed into Chapter 6. Twenty-four hours of story done and an impending sorta-actiony scene, then angst, then the Uncanny Valley. I am so on top of things. Yes. Totally. I did an outline and everything.
Current Emotion: This Was Too Easy To Be Good
“Give us Daisy’s reins, would you?”
Grace turned to see Kili standing behind her, hand outstretched. A number of ponies were standing behind him, shaking their manes like dogs, kicking at their bellies to scare off flies. His brother was waiting nearby, his hands filled with the reins and leads of his share of ponies.
Grace glanced at Thorin, but he was still in the hut, talking quietly with Gandalf, so she reached up and tugged the reins over the mare’s - Daisy, and she wondered who named her that - head. She made to slip the reins into Kili’s hand but hesitated, staring at his hand. It seemed huge in proportion to hers, the nails blunt and dirt-lined, a curious half-glove over his palm and three of his fingers. They waggled at her questioningly.
“I won’t bite,” promised Kili, and when she looked up at his face she saw he was grinning from ear to ear, a picture of goodwill.
13185 / 50000 words. 26% done!
* Restlessness by Aritha van Herk (1998)
Today's Word Count: 2863
Novel Progress: Headed into Chapter 6. Twenty-four hours of story done and an impending sorta-actiony scene, then angst, then the Uncanny Valley. I am so on top of things. Yes. Totally. I did an outline and everything.
Current Emotion: This Was Too Easy To Be Good
“Give us Daisy’s reins, would you?”
Grace turned to see Kili standing behind her, hand outstretched. A number of ponies were standing behind him, shaking their manes like dogs, kicking at their bellies to scare off flies. His brother was waiting nearby, his hands filled with the reins and leads of his share of ponies.
Grace glanced at Thorin, but he was still in the hut, talking quietly with Gandalf, so she reached up and tugged the reins over the mare’s - Daisy, and she wondered who named her that - head. She made to slip the reins into Kili’s hand but hesitated, staring at his hand. It seemed huge in proportion to hers, the nails blunt and dirt-lined, a curious half-glove over his palm and three of his fingers. They waggled at her questioningly.
“I won’t bite,” promised Kili, and when she looked up at his face she saw he was grinning from ear to ear, a picture of goodwill.
13185 / 50000 words. 26% done!
* Restlessness by Aritha van Herk (1998)