20,082!!!


Twenty-thousand mark!
(I apologize to those of you who can't see the little dancing gif.)

I am liking a lot of what I have written, which is surprising to me. I am especially surprised that one of the characters I have no real attachment to was just in an interesting / funny scene that really worked for me. Go figure. Work forever on Miss Main Character and still don't feel that comfortable with her, and type for a few hours about Joe Shmo Dreamkin and have a fantastic result.

I've held off posting any clips thus far, but here is a taste of what I've been working on:

“Greetings Kin,” Kane said, leaning on the bar. His black eyes sparkled, and Ian knew it was because the bets always rose when a Kin came to fight. “Your health well today?”

“All the better now that I’m here.” He took a large swig from his mug. The cider was sharp and strong. “What’s the outlook?”

“Mmm,” Kane rubbed his bristly chin. “Word has it that a shipload of sailors is coming this way. Should be some easy battles against sea-legged southerners.” He smiled a gummy grin at Ian, who drained the mug and set it down.

“Nothing harder than that? I’m disappointed in you. When are we going to have a bear like that Nrrokian in here again?”

The Nrrokian was a long-running joke between the men. One of Ian’s first battles had been against a huge, nasty brute that smelled of skunk and fought like a wild animal. When Ian finally felt he had prevailed, it turned out that the Nrrokian had just fallen into a drunken daze and was up again after a brief nap. Only during round two, when his opponent’s shirt was accidentally torn off did Ian realize he was fighting a female.

Kane gurgled a laugh. “No Nrrokians.”