I broke the 50k word limit this week. Story still not done, though, I expect another 20k at least. I wrote just over 16k words in July, which is, for me, nothing short of amazing. Many thanks to all in
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ranalore's Nano Camp and on the associated discord with its lovely sprints!
"Okay, so come, sit down," Wei Ying says, patting the empty spot left for Lan Wangji. "You came here for food? The chicken stew is to die for if you ask them to add chillies---"
"You will die if you ask them to add chillies," Jiang Wanyin states grimly. He must think Wei Ying is serious.
"... and the booze is really good," Wei Ying stage whispers to Jin Rulan, who smiles, then lowers his head.
"My nephew is---"
"--- also my nephew and also he's a Sect Leader, he needs to learn how to---"
"Certainly not from you!"
"I'd like some wine and I won't try to drink Senior Wei under the table." Jin Rulan's voice is quite firm. His chin is out and he's holding himself slightly stiffly.
Jiang Wanyin scowls, which means everything is fine. "Do as you please."
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