As I mentioned the other day, I won't be in the race full time for another couple of weeks, but I'm finishing off little side projects in the meantime, and don't see any reason not to track them here.
I did 2,727 words in finishing up a short-story entitled "Leaving Silence," which is also sneakily the first chapter of an epic fantasy entitled The Golden Throne.
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Twenty bodies remained unrendered when the first of them began to climb to its feet. The body in life had been that of a woman just past child-bearing years, clean-limbed and slim, but in death its movements were inelegant, shambling. The intelligence which now pushed and pulled the muscles was unused to the Real, unaccustomed to the tug of gravity at its feet and the pressure of air pushing in on all sides. As the chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, a rattling moan came from the body’s bloodied and split lips with every exhalation. No longer dead, the body could now be numbered among the undead.I've tweaked my schedule a bit, and will probably be doing a bit more fiction writing later this week, before starting the outlining of the new Celestial Empire story, so I may rack up some more words in the next few days, after all.
“Brother Swift!” Wren called out. She had to warn the paladin about the undead, which even now was finding its footing.
Do not trouble yourself, proficient, came the words of Father Griffon, Sent directly to her thoughts. He knows.