hm. Because the update posts come out in the morning, I usually post the previous day's news.
Donna/Ivan has been stuck back on the shelf because the Novella is eating my life again. I wrote over 4000 words in about 3 1/2 hours last night for the final chapter. It is still very rough, but the major plot points are all taken care of. And it feels good!
Ges held a cup so his father could spit blood and mucus into it. The coughing fits were getting steadlily worse; the doctors had told the old Count had at the most two weeks to live, and he seemed to have made peace with it. Getting him to go to the hospital at ImpMil, according to Ges's older brother, now the acting Count, had been a chore. He'd wanted to die at home in the District, but the technology required to keep him comfortable could not be installed in a home with no heat, hot water, or electricity.
"So Father, I am going to be a little scarce for the next few days," Ges said. "Always reachable, of course, and the nurses know how to find me if you should... take a turn for the worse."
"Eh, Ges, I seem to be on a slow downhill course here, no cliffs for me to fall over. It's a pity; I'm not afraid of death, but this dying business is getting to me." He coughed again, and Ges held out the cup. More blood this time, less mucus. "So, Aral's going to be in town?"
"Father, how do you always know?"
"A certain look you get in your eyes." Count Vorrutyer smiled, which made Ges blush.
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Donna/Ivan has been stuck back on the shelf because the Novella is eating my life again. I wrote over 4000 words in about 3 1/2 hours last night for the final chapter. It is still very rough, but the major plot points are all taken care of. And it feels good!
Ges held a cup so his father could spit blood and mucus into it. The coughing fits were getting steadlily worse; the doctors had told the old Count had at the most two weeks to live, and he seemed to have made peace with it. Getting him to go to the hospital at ImpMil, according to Ges's older brother, now the acting Count, had been a chore. He'd wanted to die at home in the District, but the technology required to keep him comfortable could not be installed in a home with no heat, hot water, or electricity.
"So Father, I am going to be a little scarce for the next few days," Ges said. "Always reachable, of course, and the nurses know how to find me if you should... take a turn for the worse."
"Eh, Ges, I seem to be on a slow downhill course here, no cliffs for me to fall over. It's a pity; I'm not afraid of death, but this dying business is getting to me." He coughed again, and Ges held out the cup. More blood this time, less mucus. "So, Aral's going to be in town?"
"Father, how do you always know?"
"A certain look you get in your eyes." Count Vorrutyer smiled, which made Ges blush.