Happy December, friends! NaNoWriMo is officially OVER! We can breathe again! 😀
After a quiet two weeks with no words written, I’m happy to say that my cold is finally OVER like NaNo, and I finally got some words written :’) It’s not much, but after the last two weeks having my energy eaten by a starving flu it feels huge. And I was able to add something I cut from Book 2. I didn’t want to add it during NaNo since I hadn’t written it during NaNo, but November is over, so all’s fair game 😀 This week’s wordcount is 1254 (without the bit I cut from Book 2), which brings the new total to
BLOOD OF THE DRAGON IS BACK ON, FRIENDS AND FAMILIARS! BOOYEAH!
I know it’s not much–I definitely can’t claim the NaNo crown this year–but it’s something, and given that I’ve also set up a business this month and was sick for half of it, I’m pretty pleased with my progress.
How did you do? Did you leave me in the dust with your WIP, or are you trailing behind alongside me? Don’t worry if you didn’t ‘win’ NaNo. Any progress is progress, friends, or as a friend said to me only yesterday: Words are words are words. Celebrate the words you didn’t have a month ago, treat yo’selves, and then get back in that chair, that novel won’t write itself.*
Here’s the last character aesthetic and excerpt for the year. I’ve got one more progress update for you in a couple of weeks, and then that’s it until January.**
Happy writing, friends and familiars!
* Seriously, though, well done.
** Is anyone else struggling with that?? I still haven’t accepted that April is over so how can it be December?!?
A world without the gift would no doubt be more peaceful, and more at ease. But would it be right? The gift could create marvels. It could take them away again in the same breath and leave the world a darker place in the wake of its destruction. It was gentle mother and cruel devil all at once.
He had hoped that seeing Rachael and others with the gift would make up his mind once and for all, but it had only fed the same thoughts he’d had all his life.
Give a man magic, and he will taint the world. Give him a sword, and he will defend himself and do good work. His father had taught him that—him, and half of Tramura. But was a sword that different? It wasn’t the first time he had wondered, but it was the first time he had long enough to truly ponder the notion. His father had always kept him busy—a busy man is an honest man—but perhaps that had been part of his plan.
A sword could do good if given to honest soldiers, who had vowed to protect their country. But he’d also fought bandits who hurt people, robbed them and raped them, and who believed to be no less righteous than he did. If something as simple as a sword could be used either way, depending on the person wielding it, then was magic, the ultimately more powerful weapon, not the same? His father wanted the world to be simple. Kleon didn’t think it was.
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