Another 1519 words, and I think the second part of the short story is done. I'm fairly confident I'll complete the third and final part in November.
Would also be nice to get restarted on my stalled novel. The short story is set in the same universe, so I think there's a reasonable chance it'll have primed some new ideas, and some new motivation.
Sleight was beside himself with excitement, he alternated between playful laughter and a savage narrowing of the eyes. Charade tussled his hair and laughed, but away from him, I could see her bite her lip and wring her hands. I almost canceled the plan a dozen times, but Charade pleaded with me to let her try, and, however dangerous, I too thrilled at the prospect of retribution.
We picked a busy market day, the street full of traders, customers, merchants and their guards. The thugs stood outside an inn, drinking ale, belching, and shouting obscenities. Any passing woman would cross the road to avoid them, but most men wandered nearby without concern.
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on 2009-11-28 07:13 am (UTC)I'm fairly confident I'll complete the third and final part in November.
Would also be nice to get restarted on my stalled novel. The short story is set in the same universe, so I think there's a reasonable chance it'll have primed some new ideas, and some new motivation.
Sleight was beside himself with excitement, he alternated between playful laughter and a savage narrowing of the eyes. Charade tussled his hair and laughed, but away from him, I could see her bite her lip and wring her hands. I almost canceled the plan a dozen times, but Charade pleaded with me to let her try, and, however dangerous, I too thrilled at the prospect of retribution.
We picked a busy market day, the street full of traders, customers, merchants and their guards. The thugs stood outside an inn, drinking ale, belching, and shouting obscenities. Any passing woman would cross the road to avoid them, but most men wandered nearby without concern.