Today was supposed to be my last real writing day this weekend. I took it in that spirit, and cranked out 3200 words this morning. I forced myself to stick with Serang, because I want to get through the middle slog.
This was with an hour delay to update iOS, and Apple Pages, which is my word processor.
Our fictional caravan spotted the bandit’s fire before trouble began. They chose their ground and compelled the bandits to come to them. This led to a big fight, and Serang had to fight with an alternate weapon or two when she lost her staff. Turns out she’s pretty good at combat improv.
The caravan leader decided to make a forced march to get out of the bandit territory. All in all, that’s a pretty great writing day for me.
Then something miraculous happened. Old What’s Her Face came home from work and…
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