The Power of Words

Again, another day where I honestly thought I wouldn't meet my goal because 1) work kind of sucked and 2) when I finally had a chance to sit down after work (and after finishing work after getting home *sigh*), I felt no motivation or ability to write whatsoever.

But then I skipped to a completely different part of the story, and the muse suddenly woke up again. So yay for that! Day three: 1806 words, for a total of 5872!

And, because I met the goal for today, have a little excerpt:

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Fuck.

Dorian gripped his left wrist tightly as he glared at the landscape around him. Oh, he recognized this place, all right.

Damnation.

Rocks floated above them, seemingly unconcerned with such little things as weight or the natural order of things. Mist clung to rocks, things in the distance hurt to look at properly, and, above all, everything was a grimy, greasy green that assailed his senses almost as badly as the throbbing pain in his palm.

Fuck and damnation.

“Call me crazy,” Alistair noted, “but this doesn’t look like the best situation we could have dropped into, hmm?”

Dorian glanced up. Up, because the man was standing sideways on a nearby rock, looking comfortably upright save that his up was Dorian’s right. “That is an understatement,” Dorian snarled, then took a deep breath. By the end of the breath, he had forced a smile onto his face. “On the other hand, perhaps this could be like the first time I was here. There was a castle in the clouds, and an entirely too handsome desire demon who offered me wine and a massage in exchange for my soul. Why, it was almost like being back home.”

All right, so today's word count came in at 2363. Official Word Counting has begun!

As I'll do every day I meet the word goal (1667 words), I'll post a little excerpt from the day's writing, no context given. So here is the excerpt from today. Enjoy!

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“You’re not playing fair.” Cullen would have added more, but a wave of dizziness washed over him and he quickly put his hands on the mattress behind him to compensate.

“I’m not going to ask how many drinks you had,” Alistair said quietly as he tugged the second boot off, “or when you started drinking today. I’m not going to ask how long it’s been since you’ve had a proper rest, or looked at yourself in the mirror. I don’t need to.” Setting the boot next to the other one, he settled back to sit on his heels and met Cullen’s gaze. “I heard what happened, and I heard the other rumors.” Reaching out, he squeezed Cullen’s knee with a sympathetic look on his face. “I’m sorry.”

Cullen’s eyes squeezed shut, and he took a deep breath. “So am I,” he said softly.

Rising to his feet, Alistair settled himself onto the bed next to Cullen. “Do you have anyone to talk about her with? Anyone at all?”

After a moment of forcing himself to consider the question, Cullen finally said, “I do, I just…” His voice trailed off.

“--haven’t actually talked to anyone. No, no, I get it,” Alistair said with a sigh.

So I will be participating in NaNoWriMo this year, and I'll be putting things here to motivate myself. My project is my Inquisitor!Dorian fic, Don't Worry, I'll Protect You. I really want to finish this fic, and I haven't worked on it because I've been overthinking and worrying about Tumblr. So... step back from Tumblr, and hopefully my writing brain comes back.

October goal in preparation: Finish the scene outline so I know what to power-write through. I think/hope it will be 20 chapters, but we'll see.

At any rate, here's to NaNoWriMo!