Day 1. 14 pages, 4,656 words. Let’s go.
Ugh. There’s nothing more disruptive than having to stop what you’re doing every twenty minutes or so, and not knowing when the next interruption is going to happen. That seems laughably self-evident as I write it out, but it bears repeating. Those two little things can completely wreck an entire day, because you can’t just hit ‘pause’ on a flow of writing.
So that happened a few days this week. Frustrating. I’m getting into it a bit more now, though. I guess it’s about time I bite the bullet and admit I’m starting the next book. What the heck.
Yes, it’s been an irritating week, but I’m officially underway. I’ve been writing a bit about Damorakind mythology and Karl the Bloody-Handed, which is entertaining. Especially since my phone keeps trying to autocorrect ‘Karl the Bloody-Handed’ to ‘Karl Marx the Bloody-Handed’.
Mind you, if anyone was going to have an evil Communist God, it would be the Damorakind. And there’s a ‘red’ theme weaving its way between the two figures.
That’s it. Stay tuned for a weekend of The Witty Retort.