This week I’ve brought this draft up to 63,300 words. Some sleep issues have made writing a bit challenging this week, but I am fairly happy with the progress all the same.
I have been considering my goals with my writing and this project specifically and I am planning to raise my daily writing goal with the hopes of completing this draft in the next few months. Hopefully by the end of the year, I’ll have a full draft complete.
I have been operating with a word goal of 100 words a day, but I think I am going to bring my minimum up to 500. Hopefully I can settle into getting about 3k added each week which isn’t too far beyond what I’ve been doing and raising the goal may result in hitting even higher goals.
This week I did get some clear ideas about a section of the story that’s been kind of a wasteland for this version of it. Despite it being pretty far down the line, I am pleased to have a clearer idea of where the story is going.
Here’s a little snippet from this week’s labors:
Zuriel pulled back, though his hands remained at her waist and her’s on his shoulders. “There are two clear times my decisions put you in danger.”
“The first time with Pyre? When you ran back and acted as a human shield for me, which you did again, last night? I’m supposed to count those as failures?” She raised her eyebrow as if to dare him to disagree with her.
“If I made better choices, I wouldn’t have had to be a human shield.”
“Dueling shield.” She corrected with a grin. “That’s like a fancy shield with several imbuements. Extra safe.”
Zuriel tried and failed to suppress a grin. “Okay, fine. I make a good shield. I’m still sorry for putting you in a position to need a shield.”
Aila let out a huff and grabbed his face in her hands. “The correct response to ‘thank you’ is ‘you’re welcome’. Just accept my thanks.”
