Monday's Word Count:124 (c. 1, draft)
Tuesday's Word Count:174 (c. 1, draft)
Wednesday's Word Count:140 (c. 1, draft)
Thursday's Word Count:31 (c. 1, draft)
Sample Text:
The amulet in the leather band clasped around Doyle's right wrist buzzed gently: a proximity alert. Doyle ignored it. The new wards on his shop were set at an acceptable level of sensitivity; he'd simply underestimated the proportion of his clientele with sufficient magical or spiritual power to set off the alarms. No need to raise his defense against Reverend Wilson bringing her boys to pick up the latest issue of Naruto or Rita, the clairvoyant upstairs, dropping by to complain about the rising cost of crystals. Or Lance Stone, he thought, noting the time on the computer screen, here to distract Sage from her work until dinner.
This last scene of chapter 1 has decided to give me trouble. Bah, humbug. I persevere.