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Day Eighteen
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Didn't get any writing done last night though -- after a very long week and a couple hours chilling in front of the TV I tumbled into bed at 11.00 and proceeded like a log. A submerged log. Should get something today though -- not much work I can do without access to the school server...
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I'm also more encouraged about the project as a whole. In total, I've now written about 58,000 words of the whole novel, and I have a growing sense of where I'm heading and of the remaining chapters that will take me there.
The local lords were a strange sight. Those dressed as nobles rode with slumped shoulders and nervous faces. Beside them, squires in simple clothing rode with arrogant anger.
Lytellia chuckled. “Oh, I’d forgotten. These absurd creatures are following that bizarre festival. You know, when servants and masters swap clothes.”
Massetta grinned. Perhaps there was a chance for some fun.
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Well done with plugging onwards, and on getting a sense of where the novel is going.
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**Watches in awe as Altariel1 demolishes the 60% barrier**
You'll have to lend us all that bulldozer you've been using.
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Losing one suitor to a duel was appalling, unspeakable! Losing two—the vocabulary of a lady simply did not stretch to the event.
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Poor Avon, I think he may have met his match...
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