Well, I’m off to a late start and had a little change of plans, but I more or less expected that. The Mithrellas and Imrazor story is back on the shelf because I was having the same problems with it that I did when I first tried it a year or so ago. It just won’t go anywhere, and it was getting frustrating, so I dragged out my dwarf story instead. I’d thought all along that it would be easy to write that one if I could just get an hour or two when I wasn’t exhausted and constantly being interrupted to figure out how the fight with the troll ought to go. I was right! I got 564 words written last night (which is actually fairly productive for me) and about as much in drafting the skirmish this morning and I’m up to 1164 now. I suppose it’s even possible that I could get a little more in yet tonight, though not likely. That answers my question of whether I can still write if there’s no one actively preventing me.
I’m not sure that the section of the story that still needs to be written will reach 5000 words, but there are plenty of other stories on my to do list. I have two weeks off from work and I plan to write all I can. In the meantime, here's an excerpt.
The troll gave howl of fury when it saw the stream, and began to cast for their scent up and down the bank. The wind blew the rank smell of the creature towards them. For once, thought Balin, something that could have gone wrong did not. The wind was in their favor.
Behind him, there was a sharp clack. He turned to glare at whatever dwarf had been foolish enough to make the noise and found himself staring at a crow instead. It stared back for a moment, looking as disdainful as he had ever seen a bird look, and then sprang into the air cawing. The troll snapped around, looking up at the boulders and the crows circling above them. It ran to the water’s edge, barked in distress and fell back. Then it stared again at the crows and plunged into the stream.
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on 2006-11-14 09:25 pm (UTC)I’m not sure that the section of the story that still needs to be written will reach 5000 words, but there are plenty of other stories on my to do list. I have two weeks off from work and I plan to write all I can. In the meantime, here's an excerpt.
The troll gave howl of fury when it saw the stream, and began to cast for their scent up and down the bank. The wind blew the rank smell of the creature towards them. For once, thought Balin, something that could have gone wrong did not. The wind was in their favor.
Behind him, there was a sharp clack. He turned to glare at whatever dwarf had been foolish enough to make the noise and found himself staring at a crow instead. It stared back for a moment, looking as disdainful as he had ever seen a bird look, and then sprang into the air cawing. The troll snapped around, looking up at the boulders and the crows circling above them. It ran to the water’s edge, barked in distress and fell back. Then it stared again at the crows and plunged into the stream.