360 words today, passing the 50% mark! I've put some final edits to chapter 5, and boldly sallied on to the uncharted waters of chapter 6. (I've deleted a couple of scenes I decided weren't 100% necessary, so I'm really setting out into the unknown here.)
The leaves assumed their autumn tints, then dropped from the trees lining Upper Camden Place, to be whisked away by the street-sweepers; the first hoar frosts of winter painted the windowpanes white and glazed the morning pavements; roast chestnuts succeeded roses in the wares cried around the streets of Bath; but our heroine – lost in a whirl of balls and dinner parties, plays and concerts, expeditions as far afield as Farley Castle and Wookey Hole, and even a trip to the races – scarcely noticed the advance in seasons.
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on 2006-11-07 12:09 am (UTC)The leaves assumed their autumn tints, then dropped from the trees lining Upper Camden Place, to be whisked away by the street-sweepers; the first hoar frosts of winter painted the windowpanes white and glazed the morning pavements; roast chestnuts succeeded roses in the wares cried around the streets of Bath; but our heroine – lost in a whirl of balls and dinner parties, plays and concerts, expeditions as far afield as Farley Castle and Wookey Hole, and even a trip to the races – scarcely noticed the advance in seasons.