Fanwriting: Weekend Word Counts
Friday's Word Count:84 (c. 1, draft)
Saturday's Word Count:441 (c. 1, draft)
Sunday's Word Count:949 (c. 1, draft)
Sample Text:As [Cally] ascended the stairs she wondered, not for the first time, whether showing the counselor or even her mom the earlier issues of Dark Oracle might at least help to explain how bizarrely out of control her life sometimes felt, even without getting into the whole magic thing. But Lance would never hear of it. They won't think it's a metaphor, he'd argued. They'll look at what Blaze and Violet got up to and think we were copy-catting, like those kids who're supposed to have played so much D&D they lost touch with reality. He'd sounded so bitter, so scornful, so ... so like Blaze, that she'd let him pull the last number from her hands without resistance and lock it away in the metal file box he'd bought. Don't bring it up, Cally. Just don't.
This weekend's work brings me to the end of scene two of four in chapter one. Halfway home! (In a sense ...)
Saturday's Word Count:441 (c. 1, draft)
Sunday's Word Count:949 (c. 1, draft)
Sample Text:As [Cally] ascended the stairs she wondered, not for the first time, whether showing the counselor or even her mom the earlier issues of Dark Oracle might at least help to explain how bizarrely out of control her life sometimes felt, even without getting into the whole magic thing. But Lance would never hear of it. They won't think it's a metaphor, he'd argued. They'll look at what Blaze and Violet got up to and think we were copy-catting, like those kids who're supposed to have played so much D&D they lost touch with reality. He'd sounded so bitter, so scornful, so ... so like Blaze, that she'd let him pull the last number from her hands without resistance and lock it away in the metal file box he'd bought. Don't bring it up, Cally. Just don't.
This weekend's work brings me to the end of scene two of four in chapter one. Halfway home! (In a sense ...)