Trudging On: NaNo Day 27
Day Twenty-seven: 425 words
Three more days to go. Just three. One can bear anything for three more days right? Well, perhaps not having one's eyes gouged out or dramatic blood loss or being drowned in a vat of acid, but surely I can limp toward the finish with a few hundred more words...
So, I finally updated my current total on the site which is reflected above: 19,474. In terms of the goal for the month, which is 50 thousand words that's a pathetic total... BUT
My average chapter for my WIP in the last updates has been about 7 thousand words. Had I been working on Book of Shadows, not Dame, (and BOS should be easier--I know where I'm going) I should have been able to update twice this month and be close to a third chapter finished.
An update every two weeks. That would be a rather respectable pace. And it didn't take much most days to get there. Not at all.
More Dame Sans Merci
I opened my eyes and squinted them trying to focus. Ah, the infirmary. Truly, having Severus here really was returning me to those sweet days of Hogrwarts where I could recognize I was in my bed there by the dark dragonish-shaped blotch on the ceiling. Looking up, I thought I could see cracks rather in the shape of a hippogriff.
I rolled over to my side to see a softly snoring Madame Maxime in a chair. Even Marguerite was there. Severus was not. I felt a surge of irritation when I realised my disappointment. What had I expected? That he would sit a vigil at my bedside? Perhaps next there would be flowers--roses surely, dozens of them? I heard a yawn and rolled over to my other side.
Marguerite sat in another chair rubbing her neck as if working out a crick. "You're awake." She opened her mouth and closed it, as if at a loss for words. Then she shot me a look, her entire face softening--with what I took for pity.
That's what finally shook me completely awake causing me to shoot up in bed.
"Where is Professor Snape?"