Week Two: 78,393
Progress for Wishes
At first, the totals may give a dismal picture. Two thousand words isn't fancy dancing. But I have an excuse. My antag said he didn’t do it.
Humph. That’s what they all say.
Then the MC refused to play ball. She also said he didn’t do it and everything changed.
The path shifted. Re-writes and much research became the norm.
The bright light hit me in the excerpt below:
“Good Lord,” I said. “What are you, a vampire wannabe?”
I wondered how I’d noticed him at all. Dressed in black from the ground up, boots, loose slacks, and a billowy shirt. It gaped at his throat and for a moment, my imagination carved punctures on his neck.
A swift look down then back at me. Collin’s brow scrunched into a frown. “A what? Vampire? No.”
And for a moment, his startled eyes were huge, startled. The smart-ass man, furious and impatient with life dropped from his expression. “I just like black,” he said simply.
“It’s a good look,” I blurted.
His mouth dropped. We stared at each other, me confused. And him…well, I couldn’t tell what Collin was thinking. It was as if I had slapped him with a dead fish, the surprise on his face was there for me to see. The term is ‘discombobulated’, I believe.
“What are you playing at?” he said low.
I have the ending written. It is clear in my mind. That didn’t change. But now I have to join the three sections: the main MS, the ending, and now the new antag.
Don’t you just love when the voices change their mind?