Nov - All The Things
7752 / 50000 words. 16%
Random Excerpt:
There were hands at his throat, fingers hooked beneath his collar strut where it would not only hurt like the Pit to wrench free but could crack and limit mobility as well. *No wings, ground frame,* flashed through his processor, based solely on the sound and feel of the mech. The most common ground frame configuration placed the alt mode front end in a mech's root mode thoracic chassis. There were secondary alt mode optics there and dozens of sensitive sensors. Mirage vented hard and drove his elbow back and up, aiming for optics.
I will note that a large chunk of that wordcount is in the form of an outline - it's giving me an initial wordcount boost but in reality all of it is going to be swallowed up and written into the actual prose at some point so the buffer will end up being eaten into the real deal.
OMG work has been STUPID all week, x____x Tired now. Can it be Friday??
Crossposted from Dreamwidth. ::
bunnies - Feed a bunny