Goal Update 10/12

I will be the first to admit, this week got away from me a little. So much to do and not enough time. I finished reading Chuck Palahniuk’s Lullaby (which I INHALED, oh my god, so good), so that’s something, I guess. But I am gonna have to find some time this weekend between our local Pride event (which was AWESOME) and other obligations to finish up my homework for the week. :/ Don’t worry, it’s not due any time soon; I’m just trying to keep on top of my online classes.

Goal 1) HTWAN story

  • My Goal: 505 wpd, 1515 wpw
  • Where I planned to be: 35350 total words
  • Where I am: 35708 total words
  • On Target or Behind: On Target

How’s It Going:
Now I’m definitely slogging. It’s like, I know stuff needs to happen, but I don’t know what or how to get me to the end I’m thinking of. (Hey, at least I sorta have an idea of an ending now, thank you Lesson 28.) I just have to keep plunking words down until either things fall in place or I can force it, and just fix it later.

Goal 2) Some Kind of Savior

  • My Goal: 1 lesson per month; 5 scenes per day for Lesson 18
  • Where I planned to be: 30 scenes finished
  • Where I am: 23 scenes finished
  • On Target or Behind: Behind, but I’m not gonna stress about it. I still have another week.

How’s It Going:
I think this could be working. As I read through what I’ve cobbled together so far, it’s… not the worst thing I’ve ever read.

And now for something completely different

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“So you’re not at home?” Magdalene’s voice had begun to shake. The operator started to say something, but at only a glance from hwer, he bit off the words.

Judith sighed over the commlink. “What did I just say, chikld?”

Magdalene tapped her commlink, ending the conversation, and looked back up at the operator. “What could toyu possibly have to say for yourself?”

“I just-” He pointed vaguely at her. “You’re bloeeding. Your hand.”

Magdalene looked down at her hands, spreading her fingers. Her nails had dug four crescent makrs into her right palm, blood trickling slowly from them. There was a bloody fingerprint on the face of her commlink.