Though I saw it all around
Never thought I could be affected
Thought that we'd be the last to go
It is so strange the way things turn

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Progress

Chapter 17 is at 1668 words. Yep, I like this writing on your lunch hour thing. Of course there was a quick confrontation, which I seem to do well at. The next part will be more difficult. I'm thinking of stopping the chapter here. The story has advanced a bit, and there is another good breaking point. My guess is that in rewrite it'll expand to near 2000 words.

The three of them stood in a wedge. Their street clothes were a little too immaculately kept to be anything other than work clothes. The one in front smiled wide. He had short grey hair atop a block of a head set on top of a granite body wrapped in a black silk shirt and black jeans. While not fat, his body said mass in no uncertain terms. He could sink a boat just looking at it. He and Santana were sizing each other up like meat in a deli window.

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