I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Novel Words

Word count stands at 16400. There's been a slow down of word outputage, and I've changed what happens when, but things are getting interesting. I haven't pulled the rug out from under our character exactly, but I've ruffled his world.

Now back to the critiquing and writing. Latest words?

I tried to distract myself. "So, how many were you responsible for?"

Santana looked around. "My team did a great job pulling your ass out of the fire," he said.

"Yes they did," I said as he mouthed, "Three."

"Thanks, Santana, that's one I owe you."

"Don't be silly," he said looking out the side window, "you owe me two."

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