NaNoWriMo: Day Four
Word Count: 1642
Total Word Count: 9653
Hours Spent Writing: Started around 9:30, stopped at 12:00. About two hours out of that.
Chapters Written: Another chapter down!
Last Line Written: If he didn’t get up now, he was likely to stay in bed all day.
Morale (from 1-10): 6. I think I could have written better and written more if I didn't feel so exhausted tonight.
Things I Did Well Today: Persisted in writing even when I felt like throwing my hands up and going "Nooo, screw it all!"
Things I Didn't Do So Well: Thought what I was writing was a load of crap ;;
General Thoughts: I got some writing done, at the very least, but I'm determined to write more than this tomorrow. Gotta keep going until this thing is done!
Excerpt:
“A curse,” agreed Mordred, moving closer to his motionless prey. A ruthless, hungry fire was burning behind the dark green of Mordred’s eyes. The man was a hunter by nature. Daniel could see it in his every motion, like a lion before a wounded animal that he could take down in one blow. Two steps more and Mordred was right in Daniel’s personal comfort zone. They were the same height and neither could look down on the other because of it - not if Mordred didn’t force him on his knees like Morgana had.
He wasn’t expecting the sudden hand in his hair, fisting and tugging at blond, messy locks, and he stiffened reflexively. Mordred began chanting under his breath and Daniel - Arthur - felt his eyes grow heavy. When it was over, Arthur collapsed, boneless without the aid of magic, to the ground. The last words he heard before his consciousness bled into empty night were the ones he would forever be haunted by. “Arthur Pendragon, you will never be able to forget your sins.”
Total Word Count: 9653
Hours Spent Writing: Started around 9:30, stopped at 12:00. About two hours out of that.
Chapters Written: Another chapter down!
Last Line Written: If he didn’t get up now, he was likely to stay in bed all day.
Morale (from 1-10): 6. I think I could have written better and written more if I didn't feel so exhausted tonight.
Things I Did Well Today: Persisted in writing even when I felt like throwing my hands up and going "Nooo, screw it all!"
Things I Didn't Do So Well: Thought what I was writing was a load of crap ;;
General Thoughts: I got some writing done, at the very least, but I'm determined to write more than this tomorrow. Gotta keep going until this thing is done!
Excerpt:
“A curse,” agreed Mordred, moving closer to his motionless prey. A ruthless, hungry fire was burning behind the dark green of Mordred’s eyes. The man was a hunter by nature. Daniel could see it in his every motion, like a lion before a wounded animal that he could take down in one blow. Two steps more and Mordred was right in Daniel’s personal comfort zone. They were the same height and neither could look down on the other because of it - not if Mordred didn’t force him on his knees like Morgana had.
He wasn’t expecting the sudden hand in his hair, fisting and tugging at blond, messy locks, and he stiffened reflexively. Mordred began chanting under his breath and Daniel - Arthur - felt his eyes grow heavy. When it was over, Arthur collapsed, boneless without the aid of magic, to the ground. The last words he heard before his consciousness bled into empty night were the ones he would forever be haunted by. “Arthur Pendragon, you will never be able to forget your sins.”