275 words today, the first day I've written anything.
Actually that's not bad, considering I wasn't expecting to take part in Pico this year. I've got shed-loads of work to do and masses of Real Life getting in the way so I just can't commit any evenings or weekends to writing. But then I realised yesterday that I've got the best part of 20 lunch times that I won't be doing anything in. So today I took the baby laptop to work with me and wrote a bit of Traveller (chapter 15, continuing from last year).
Today's excerpt (actually the first words I wrote today) :
“I can assure you, sir, I'm not weightless,” Chris sighed. “I wish I was; I'm sure my leg would hurt less.” “I don't actually feel weightless,” Gibbs explained. “But the fake environment that I'm seeing no longer has any reason for you not to float wherever the real world takes you.” He stopped short of voicing his feeling that the dream was learning, adapting. Demonstrating intelligence.
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Actually that's not bad, considering I wasn't expecting to take part in Pico this year. I've got shed-loads of work to do and masses of Real Life getting in the way so I just can't commit any evenings or weekends to writing. But then I realised yesterday that I've got the best part of 20 lunch times that I won't be doing anything in. So today I took the baby laptop to work with me and wrote a bit of Traveller (chapter 15, continuing from last year).
Today's excerpt (actually the first words I wrote today) :
“I can assure you, sir, I'm not weightless,” Chris sighed. “I wish I was; I'm sure my leg would hurt less.”
“I don't actually feel weightless,” Gibbs explained. “But the fake environment that I'm seeing no longer has any reason for you not to float wherever the real world takes you.” He stopped short of voicing his feeling that the dream was learning, adapting. Demonstrating intelligence.