Friday's Word Count:
0 (c. 1, draft)Saturday's Word Count:
520 (c. 1, draft)Sunday's Word Count:
1600 (c. 1, draft, completed)Sample Text:
The first page [of the comic] contained three panels: the silhouette of a square brick building against a lowering sky; a cell door; and the interior of the cell, in which another familiar figure sat: Omen.Week six word counts are all zilch, again -- nothing but backbone for chapter 2, pieced out as I walk to the trolley stop in the morning. At least chapter 1 has a complete draft at last! This has been one of the busiest weeks of my life, but (thank goodness!) it's almost over. I fully intend to get back on a regular schedule in the coming week [/militantly creative].
Doyle's breath hissed out between his teeth. This development was ... not unexpected. There had been no sign of Omen since the Puppet-Master's spell had drawn him through the mirror in Cally's stead. Obviously he'd managed to complete the reversal spell, freeing Lance and returning Violet and Blaze to the comic, but at what cost? The spell itself had warned that the price might be mortal. Doyle hadn't wished that outcome on his quondam protege, but he wasn't particularly relieved to discover that he'd escaped it, either. Omen was mercurial and completely self-interested; whaever had animated him to combine with Cally and Doyle against the Puppet-Master couldn't be trusted to last. It was just as well, perhaps, that he was under lock and key.