Fanwriting: Writing Holiday, Day 2

[nebroadwe]

Saturday's Word Count:

1533 (complete Real Words draft of "New-Made Honor" for the Leviathan fandom); 4642 (complete typescript draft of True Callings, c. 1)

Sample Text:

The gaslights in their brackets cast a warm glow over the secondhand oak escritoire -- natural oak, not fabricated, a tactful flat-warming gift from the Head Keeper of the London Zoo to a pair of Austrian immigrants with whom she expected to enjoy (as the accompanying note had explained) a copious and fruitful correspondence. Volger had delegated to Alek the task of composing a gracious reply and ever since he had spent a good hour each day at the desk answering such letters as the count deemed worthy of his ward's personal attention. (Bills and appointments Volger handled himself; the scrawls of fans and poison pens were forwarded to the fire unacknowledged.) With the last of today's envelopes addressed and sealed, Alek leaned back in his chair and stretched, cracking his knuckles above his head. Then he placed a clean sheet of foolscap on the blotter, dipped his pen in the inkwell and prepared to practice his new signature.

Getting the rest of True Callings, chapter 1, into typescript has reinvigorated my interest in the thing. I keep rediscovering that the secret of being a writer is to write. :-)