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

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The Writing

Okay, so I tried not talking about the writing, thinking that I would do more of the actual, you know, writing part.

That didn't happen.

So, now I'm going back to the using the WIP counters to drive me forward. I've been working a little, but I've made it three days in a row now. Time to crow.

I crossed the 80,000 mark. Go me. Also, added some tension and feelings, whoa whoa, feelings.
He pointed at me like firing a gun, "You're job is to protect the family name. It's my job to protect the Old Man's ass. Those are different goals. You would have to avenge him, I want to make sure you don't need to."
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