Week One: 76,225
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?
