Wahooooo! Out of my slump! I started writing first thing this morning, probably because I felt super guilty about slacking yesterday. I'm not good in the mornings--I'm much more productive in the afternoons (once my coffee's kicked in and I've had some time to wake up). Still, so far this morning I've managed to write 564 words! I've already hit my goal for today, so anything else is GRAVY! I'm hoping to get at least another 500 or so, though...if I'm honest with myself, I'd really like at least another 1,000. Gotta build up the weekend buffer...especially since I probably won't be writing this holiday Monday. With any luck I'll actually be at the Ren Faire, though that might happen on Sunday.
Anyway, Bryn and Mer are going to have a bit of downtime while they chill in the Mess, grab food, and goof off. Bryn is going to teach Mer how to pick a lock, and she's going to stop being so damn passive and start taking charge of her life. It doesn't end well for her, of course...not 'till the third book, anyway ("wtf, Amy already has three damn books planned out? She cray-cray, y'all!").
Also, excitingly, I realized that I am almost to the meat-and-bones of my book! After the mess Bryn and Mer are going to plot with Jules, quit HQ, and head out. They'll be taken as far as Saratoga Springs, NY, then they'll have to hoof it from there (roadblocks, monitoring on all public transit, etc.). They'll be nearly captured, Pilot will be called in to rescue them, she'll panic and leave them, and they'll barely escape. Poor Pilot ;{ Anyway, Pilot will have a second chance, redeem herself...and die. Poor, poor Pilot, I really don't want to write that bit. Then of course Bard will betray Bryn & Mer, setting up the terrible, terrible ending...which I won't spoil here. This is the stuff I've been waiting to write since Pilot--the first character I created from this book--first popped into my head.
...I am a literary homicidal maniac. Je pleure.
Anyway, I'll try to write again later, once I've finished with the story for the day. For now, mes peuples, à bientôt!
Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum
Word Count: Eh...didn't check. +564 to whatever it was yesterday!
Writing Mode: HOMICIDAL, MUAAHAHAHAHA
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
BLARGH
Really, really, really terrible writing day. Only got 706 words done, and most of that was in the last half hour. Carpal tunnel, reports, distraction, need for chocolate, and verizon maxxing out my goddamn card by charging me for a phone I already returned served to be enough of a distraction to really foul up my writing. At least I finally hit my stride (in the past 5 minutes) and set myself up fairly nicely for tomorrow's writing.
Oh, and I've taken to quoting this blog in my work, weirdly. I took that bit I wrote about Jules and had Bryn say it today. This is probably a poor decision. But hey, it helped get me to my word count.
BLARGH
Audi.
Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum
Word Count: 84,387
Writing Mode: BLARGH
Oh, and I've taken to quoting this blog in my work, weirdly. I took that bit I wrote about Jules and had Bryn say it today. This is probably a poor decision. But hey, it helped get me to my word count.
BLARGH
Audi.
Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum
Word Count: 84,387
Writing Mode: BLARGH
Monday, August 27, 2012
Steady As She Goes
As always, I only have a minute to write! Today was a decent writing day--got 1,121 words out, despite a report and lots of last-minute calls. I finally got to introduce Jules, yay! I'm going to have to show her in a somewhat kinder light sometime during this chapter, however, as right now she's not looking so good. That's kind of her character, though...an idealistic, decent person who gets ensnared in the bureaucracy and disconnection of an increasingly amoral cause. She's interesting, and I need to make sure to treat her kindly.
Pilot is, unfortunately, off gallivanting at the moment, but I plan to bring her back very soon. I'm hoping to keep this chapter fairly short (I keep going all Hemingway with my damn description...will have to cut soooooooo much of it out) so that I can get to the travelling/betrayal chapters to come. Pilot's betrayal is probably what I am MOST excited to write about, followed only by the terrible, terrible ending (sorry, Mer. Sorry, Bryn).
Anyway, 3 minutes 'till I get to leave, so audi for now!
Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum
Word Count: 82,442
Writing Mode: Steady as she goes
Pilot is, unfortunately, off gallivanting at the moment, but I plan to bring her back very soon. I'm hoping to keep this chapter fairly short (I keep going all Hemingway with my damn description...will have to cut soooooooo much of it out) so that I can get to the travelling/betrayal chapters to come. Pilot's betrayal is probably what I am MOST excited to write about, followed only by the terrible, terrible ending (sorry, Mer. Sorry, Bryn).
Anyway, 3 minutes 'till I get to leave, so audi for now!
Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum
Word Count: 82,442
Writing Mode: Steady as she goes
Thursday, August 23, 2012
A Star to Sail Her By
Wow. Today was SUCH a fun writing day!
It started out slowly...I feel like I say that every day. "It started out slowly, and I thought it was going to be awful, and then it was/wasn't!" Seriously, the first 500 words are the hardest. Once I'm past that, somehow it just starts to flow.
Anyway, today was more description--lots of talk and imagery about the Dissenters' camp. Thought I was going to get to introduce Jules today, but no such luck. Tomorrow for sure!
What was especially fun today was the dichotomy, and the symbolism. I did a lot of describing that was more about the Dissenters themselves than their camp. Also, I played with the idea of dust/dirt, light/dark (that's one of the major themes of my book, actually...that, and the ocean), and direction/lack thereof. Pulled a compass rose in for that last one, so there's the ocean again! Anyway, I am evidently going to be prepping some reports for tomorrow, so I thought I'd paste a few selections from today's writing in here to amuse you:
"They stepped away from the carved walkway, into a makeshift town. Tents, shacks, and hovels of all description surrounded them. They seemed to be dwellings—as they passed down the road of packed earth, Mer caught glimpses of uneven tables and sad, improvised bed nests. Dust billowed around their feet with every step, swirling up in a desperate bid for freedom before drifting, resigned, back to be trodden underfoot.
The road became more even, and suddenly they came upon a line of delineation. An intersection stretched before it. Halfway through, the road abruptly changed to smooth, even concrete. Behind them, acres of shanties lay in crumbling silence; before, squat, featureless concrete squares lined the pallid drive. Each had a small yard of poured concrete, a flat wooden door, and one tiny, shaded window set far back in the flat stone siding. Some of the Dissenters had tried to personalize their yards: here and there rough-hewn chairs sat, next to wilting ferns and the occasional child’s sprawled doll. Under the fluorescent lights, high and dim at the top of the cavern, these personal touches appeared desolate and meaningless.
Mer was distracted by the sight of a sullen child. It—for it was impossible to determine what gender it was—sat cross-legged in the center of its stone grass. It was plastered with brown dust from the cave walls, mixed with the fine white powder that seemed to lie over the entirety of the cavern. It was making mud-pies of dry, sandy earth, patting them together only to watch them fall apart as soon as its hands were removed. The child looked up at them as they passed. It was all muddy hazel eyes and dusty blond hair. Mer wondered what it was thinking, if, she thought, looking into those dull eyes, if it was thinking. A voice called from within the house and the child stood, all obedience. It brushed the sand from its hands, adding to the collection on its clothes, then walked docilely into the house.
Mer stared down at her feet, avoiding the sight of row after row of infinite homogeny. She traced finite fractures in the concrete, watching her steps stir the dust.
Mer noticed the road widening, and looked up to find herself walking into a massive, open space.
“Compatriot Commons,” Bryn said, answering Mer’s unarticulated query. “It was designed as a meeting place: somewhere to hold festivals, community events, and open votes.”
The concrete was cracked, here, with no attempts made to patch it. The dust was heavier than ever, as though this circle was intentionally avoided. The powder rose as they stepped down, choking her.
“I-it looks ab-abandoned,” Mer said, coughing.
“It more or less is. As I said earlier, those community votes never materialized. Neither did whatever parties they thought would be thrown here. Nobody comes here, now; not even the children.”
“So why did we come this way?”
Bryn paused, directly in the center of the circle. The center of the plaza was set with a round marble plaque, a compass rose engraved on its white, polished surface. Looking out, Mer didn’t see houses and empty roads, but rays shooting off of a great glowing sun, leading to all points of the crepuscular cavern.
“I always thought it was beautiful,” Bryn said simply, releasing Mer’s arm, sliding his fingers into hers, leading her away."
So I guess that's it! Obviously I've cut bits out of the above selection, which is why it doesn't flow so well as it ought. I didn't want to give you all 1,139 words, however! Oh, and speaking of, today I broke 80k!
...yes, I'm going to keep celebrating all of these silly milestones. Every 10k, every 25k, and any other fun ones I can throw in there. No, evidently I'm not getting tired of fluffing my own feathers.
Aite dawgs, time for me to peace! Audi!
Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum
Word Count: 80,512
Writing Mode: Satisfied. Also, my migraine seems to be in remission, so woot!
It started out slowly...I feel like I say that every day. "It started out slowly, and I thought it was going to be awful, and then it was/wasn't!" Seriously, the first 500 words are the hardest. Once I'm past that, somehow it just starts to flow.
Anyway, today was more description--lots of talk and imagery about the Dissenters' camp. Thought I was going to get to introduce Jules today, but no such luck. Tomorrow for sure!
What was especially fun today was the dichotomy, and the symbolism. I did a lot of describing that was more about the Dissenters themselves than their camp. Also, I played with the idea of dust/dirt, light/dark (that's one of the major themes of my book, actually...that, and the ocean), and direction/lack thereof. Pulled a compass rose in for that last one, so there's the ocean again! Anyway, I am evidently going to be prepping some reports for tomorrow, so I thought I'd paste a few selections from today's writing in here to amuse you:
"They stepped away from the carved walkway, into a makeshift town. Tents, shacks, and hovels of all description surrounded them. They seemed to be dwellings—as they passed down the road of packed earth, Mer caught glimpses of uneven tables and sad, improvised bed nests. Dust billowed around their feet with every step, swirling up in a desperate bid for freedom before drifting, resigned, back to be trodden underfoot.
The road became more even, and suddenly they came upon a line of delineation. An intersection stretched before it. Halfway through, the road abruptly changed to smooth, even concrete. Behind them, acres of shanties lay in crumbling silence; before, squat, featureless concrete squares lined the pallid drive. Each had a small yard of poured concrete, a flat wooden door, and one tiny, shaded window set far back in the flat stone siding. Some of the Dissenters had tried to personalize their yards: here and there rough-hewn chairs sat, next to wilting ferns and the occasional child’s sprawled doll. Under the fluorescent lights, high and dim at the top of the cavern, these personal touches appeared desolate and meaningless.
Mer was distracted by the sight of a sullen child. It—for it was impossible to determine what gender it was—sat cross-legged in the center of its stone grass. It was plastered with brown dust from the cave walls, mixed with the fine white powder that seemed to lie over the entirety of the cavern. It was making mud-pies of dry, sandy earth, patting them together only to watch them fall apart as soon as its hands were removed. The child looked up at them as they passed. It was all muddy hazel eyes and dusty blond hair. Mer wondered what it was thinking, if, she thought, looking into those dull eyes, if it was thinking. A voice called from within the house and the child stood, all obedience. It brushed the sand from its hands, adding to the collection on its clothes, then walked docilely into the house.
Mer stared down at her feet, avoiding the sight of row after row of infinite homogeny. She traced finite fractures in the concrete, watching her steps stir the dust.
Mer noticed the road widening, and looked up to find herself walking into a massive, open space.
“Compatriot Commons,” Bryn said, answering Mer’s unarticulated query. “It was designed as a meeting place: somewhere to hold festivals, community events, and open votes.”
The concrete was cracked, here, with no attempts made to patch it. The dust was heavier than ever, as though this circle was intentionally avoided. The powder rose as they stepped down, choking her.
“I-it looks ab-abandoned,” Mer said, coughing.
“It more or less is. As I said earlier, those community votes never materialized. Neither did whatever parties they thought would be thrown here. Nobody comes here, now; not even the children.”
“So why did we come this way?”
Bryn paused, directly in the center of the circle. The center of the plaza was set with a round marble plaque, a compass rose engraved on its white, polished surface. Looking out, Mer didn’t see houses and empty roads, but rays shooting off of a great glowing sun, leading to all points of the crepuscular cavern.
“I always thought it was beautiful,” Bryn said simply, releasing Mer’s arm, sliding his fingers into hers, leading her away."
So I guess that's it! Obviously I've cut bits out of the above selection, which is why it doesn't flow so well as it ought. I didn't want to give you all 1,139 words, however! Oh, and speaking of, today I broke 80k!
...yes, I'm going to keep celebrating all of these silly milestones. Every 10k, every 25k, and any other fun ones I can throw in there. No, evidently I'm not getting tired of fluffing my own feathers.
Aite dawgs, time for me to peace! Audi!
Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum
Word Count: 80,512
Writing Mode: Satisfied. Also, my migraine seems to be in remission, so woot!
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
(That's What SHE Said)
Phew, decent writing day. 1,122 words, and that's after eating nothing but one of those fiber one mini granola bars and 3 jelly beans ALL DAY. Spoiler alert: I'm starving.
Anyway, today was another fun writing day, though not as productive as yesterday. Today I wrote in a new character, who will be pretty minor in this book but will have a bigger role in the second (gasp! did she just say second?!). Then I got into the politics of the Dissenters, which has been so fun.
I've only just skimmed the surface in today's writing, but more will become clear (painfully clear) throughout the next chapter or so. Basically, however, this is what is going on: the setting for this story, as I think I've said before, is basically a not-so-distant future where American politics, business, and religion have all fused as one. It's a terrible, manipulative, horrible society, and the chip which Bryn & Mer are trying to steal is only the latest in a number of unconscionable actions by the government.
At this point in the story, the only group that seems to be standing up to the government is a rebel faction known only as the Dissenters. Anyone who knows me will know that I have a huge soft spot for rebel factions, and would therefore assume that the Dissenters would be good. Hell, they must be good since they're standing up to Super Gov, right?
Wrong.
The Dissenters are awful. I intensely dislike them...more, even than the gov. Dissenter society is highly communistic, but also hypocritical, controlling, dispassionate, and cruel (so...communist). Jules, Bryn's contact, is the only one I find tolerable...and her only just. It's going to be a very confusing few chapters for Mer, who is going to enter the society and hate it, seeing all of the parallels between it and her own distasteful society. She'll wonder if Bryn really endorses it (of course he doesn't) and if he's really a bad guy after all (of course he's not). Anyway, I got into a bit of that today, and it was highly amusing. I'd keep writing, but 1. I'm almost out of time, and 2. I haven't eaten anything all day and must focus all of my energy on not imploding.
Also, I have a date tonight. I am less than pleased.
On a lighter note, the title of this blog is a reference to the fact that I actually worked a 'that's what s/he said' joke into my writing today! That, and the fact that I'm evidently obsessed with brackets today. I'm sure (am I sure? Today's going by pretty slowly (Ugh, so so painfully slowly! Who knew it could be so long (that's what she said!))) that I'll get over it soon.
Anyway, I'm off to have a terrible date. Wish me luck in surviving. At least we're going to a restaurant with killer tomato soup!
Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum
Word Count: 77,644
Writing Mode: Famished
Anyway, today was another fun writing day, though not as productive as yesterday. Today I wrote in a new character, who will be pretty minor in this book but will have a bigger role in the second (gasp! did she just say second?!). Then I got into the politics of the Dissenters, which has been so fun.
I've only just skimmed the surface in today's writing, but more will become clear (painfully clear) throughout the next chapter or so. Basically, however, this is what is going on: the setting for this story, as I think I've said before, is basically a not-so-distant future where American politics, business, and religion have all fused as one. It's a terrible, manipulative, horrible society, and the chip which Bryn & Mer are trying to steal is only the latest in a number of unconscionable actions by the government.
At this point in the story, the only group that seems to be standing up to the government is a rebel faction known only as the Dissenters. Anyone who knows me will know that I have a huge soft spot for rebel factions, and would therefore assume that the Dissenters would be good. Hell, they must be good since they're standing up to Super Gov, right?
Wrong.
The Dissenters are awful. I intensely dislike them...more, even than the gov. Dissenter society is highly communistic, but also hypocritical, controlling, dispassionate, and cruel (so...communist). Jules, Bryn's contact, is the only one I find tolerable...and her only just. It's going to be a very confusing few chapters for Mer, who is going to enter the society and hate it, seeing all of the parallels between it and her own distasteful society. She'll wonder if Bryn really endorses it (of course he doesn't) and if he's really a bad guy after all (of course he's not). Anyway, I got into a bit of that today, and it was highly amusing. I'd keep writing, but 1. I'm almost out of time, and 2. I haven't eaten anything all day and must focus all of my energy on not imploding.
Also, I have a date tonight. I am less than pleased.
On a lighter note, the title of this blog is a reference to the fact that I actually worked a 'that's what s/he said' joke into my writing today! That, and the fact that I'm evidently obsessed with brackets today. I'm sure (am I sure? Today's going by pretty slowly (Ugh, so so painfully slowly! Who knew it could be so long (that's what she said!))) that I'll get over it soon.
Anyway, I'm off to have a terrible date. Wish me luck in surviving. At least we're going to a restaurant with killer tomato soup!
Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum
Word Count: 77,644
Writing Mode: Famished
Monday, August 20, 2012
Detached-Attached
Just a quick update today, as I only have 13 minutes to type this out, post it, shut everything down, and close up for the day. Yay!
Anyway, Thursday and Friday were terrible writing days. Not because I wasn't inspired, but because I had a huge report to work on, and didn't have any time...and then after work I was rushing around like crazy. Plus I was super out of it...I'm switching jobs and just told my boss...he was really, REALLY upset.
Anyway, the report is done and I'm in a much better mood today, and I managed to pound out 2,033 words! Not too shabby! Take that, Monday!
Anyway, I thought that today was going to be a very difficult writing day. Mer was climbing down into HQ (it'll make sense when you read the story), getting through some doors, etc. Nothing exciting. Yet somehow it turned into a lot of fun, and I got to put in a section of Bryn being...well...Bryn. All in all, a successful writing day.
As for the title of this post, it refers to the way I've been feeling about the story. Sometimes, on difficult writing days, I feel completely detached from my characters. Like I don't know who they are, and don't understand why they're doing what they're doing in a given situation. Most of the time, however--and today in particular--I feel very attached to my characters, and know how each of them will react to things without really needing to analyze it. I have their backgrounds pretty well worked out, and know their personalities, so most of the time it's easy. Today was one of those days :} There are times, however, when trying to figure them out is like trying to teach Q compassion and self-restraint.
Anyway, there's so much more I'd like to get into, but I am out of time! Laters, babes!
Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum
Word Count: 76,508 (woo broke 75k!)
Writing Mode: Reinvigorated!
Anyway, Thursday and Friday were terrible writing days. Not because I wasn't inspired, but because I had a huge report to work on, and didn't have any time...and then after work I was rushing around like crazy. Plus I was super out of it...I'm switching jobs and just told my boss...he was really, REALLY upset.
Anyway, the report is done and I'm in a much better mood today, and I managed to pound out 2,033 words! Not too shabby! Take that, Monday!
Anyway, I thought that today was going to be a very difficult writing day. Mer was climbing down into HQ (it'll make sense when you read the story), getting through some doors, etc. Nothing exciting. Yet somehow it turned into a lot of fun, and I got to put in a section of Bryn being...well...Bryn. All in all, a successful writing day.
As for the title of this post, it refers to the way I've been feeling about the story. Sometimes, on difficult writing days, I feel completely detached from my characters. Like I don't know who they are, and don't understand why they're doing what they're doing in a given situation. Most of the time, however--and today in particular--I feel very attached to my characters, and know how each of them will react to things without really needing to analyze it. I have their backgrounds pretty well worked out, and know their personalities, so most of the time it's easy. Today was one of those days :} There are times, however, when trying to figure them out is like trying to teach Q compassion and self-restraint.
Anyway, there's so much more I'd like to get into, but I am out of time! Laters, babes!
Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum
Word Count: 76,508 (woo broke 75k!)
Writing Mode: Reinvigorated!
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
A Little Pretty Prose
Hola children!
I don't really have much time to write here, as I've been working on my book right up to the last moment again. Instead of giving you a proper update, I thought I'd post a little pretty prose that I pounded out. This is actually from yesterday's writing, but I like it so it's what you're getting and you can all be grateful and thank me for it MUAHAHHAA.
^This is why I should never have power.
Anyway, in this scene, Bryn, Mer, Pilot, and Bard are on Pilot's plane, headed for HQ:
"Then they were upon it, shooting down an alley of white beech, the glowing bark like runway lights amidst the darkness of the forest. The path turned slightly, but Pilot was prepared, dipping her other wing and curving through the wood before the alley narrowed once more. Twelve breathless seconds and then they were out, the bottom of the plane sluicing through a cerulean blue pool, kicking up water in robins’ egg waves. The plane skipped like a stone, sliding through the water, looping gracefully until it came to rest beneath arched, obscuring pine branches.
Mer released Bryn’s hand. He shook it, cocking an eyebrow at Mer as he let it flop, useless, from his wrist. Mer smacked the hand, which he snatched back protectively. Mer grinned, then stood, moving to the window. Bryn joined her, and together they surveyed their surroundings.
They were on a lake. Blue water rippled around them, tossed by the early autumnal air. Translucent green leaves danced on gently-waving trees, their tips just tinged with gold. Overhead, grey geese cried grey cries, urging each other on, crying not yet, not yet, not yet.
There were structures in the distance. Wooden shambles, crumbling in on themselves, long forgotten. Their skeletal remains reached towards the sky in supplication, raising their hands with prayers that were never heard.
“It’s beautiful,” Mer said, her spirits descending from the high of the flight. The lake was all citrine and gamboge and azure; but the birds flew above it, and the wind hurried through it, and a melancholy nestled within this oasis from the regulated world.
Mer shifted, unconsciously moving closer to Bryn. Their hands brushed, and she stepped away, not wanting to crowd him. Bryn didn’t move, however. He stood, one hand on the back of his chair, gazing out at their enclosure. Mer drifted back towards him, intentionally, this time. Their hands brushed, and, in a moment of bald courage, she slipped her hand into his. Bryn hesitated, then closed his fingers around her own. They stood, the season falling around them, watching the lake slumber before their eyes."
That was fun to write! If it's not painfully obvious, I am super excited for Fall :D
Anyway, time to head down to the Cock & Bowl for a delicious, delicious Scaldis with friends. Audi!
Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum
Word Count: 74,144
Writing Mode: Satisfied
I don't really have much time to write here, as I've been working on my book right up to the last moment again. Instead of giving you a proper update, I thought I'd post a little pretty prose that I pounded out. This is actually from yesterday's writing, but I like it so it's what you're getting and you can all be grateful and thank me for it MUAHAHHAA.
^This is why I should never have power.
Anyway, in this scene, Bryn, Mer, Pilot, and Bard are on Pilot's plane, headed for HQ:
"Then they were upon it, shooting down an alley of white beech, the glowing bark like runway lights amidst the darkness of the forest. The path turned slightly, but Pilot was prepared, dipping her other wing and curving through the wood before the alley narrowed once more. Twelve breathless seconds and then they were out, the bottom of the plane sluicing through a cerulean blue pool, kicking up water in robins’ egg waves. The plane skipped like a stone, sliding through the water, looping gracefully until it came to rest beneath arched, obscuring pine branches.
Mer released Bryn’s hand. He shook it, cocking an eyebrow at Mer as he let it flop, useless, from his wrist. Mer smacked the hand, which he snatched back protectively. Mer grinned, then stood, moving to the window. Bryn joined her, and together they surveyed their surroundings.
They were on a lake. Blue water rippled around them, tossed by the early autumnal air. Translucent green leaves danced on gently-waving trees, their tips just tinged with gold. Overhead, grey geese cried grey cries, urging each other on, crying not yet, not yet, not yet.
There were structures in the distance. Wooden shambles, crumbling in on themselves, long forgotten. Their skeletal remains reached towards the sky in supplication, raising their hands with prayers that were never heard.
“It’s beautiful,” Mer said, her spirits descending from the high of the flight. The lake was all citrine and gamboge and azure; but the birds flew above it, and the wind hurried through it, and a melancholy nestled within this oasis from the regulated world.
Mer shifted, unconsciously moving closer to Bryn. Their hands brushed, and she stepped away, not wanting to crowd him. Bryn didn’t move, however. He stood, one hand on the back of his chair, gazing out at their enclosure. Mer drifted back towards him, intentionally, this time. Their hands brushed, and, in a moment of bald courage, she slipped her hand into his. Bryn hesitated, then closed his fingers around her own. They stood, the season falling around them, watching the lake slumber before their eyes."
That was fun to write! If it's not painfully obvious, I am super excited for Fall :D
Anyway, time to head down to the Cock & Bowl for a delicious, delicious Scaldis with friends. Audi!
Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum
Word Count: 74,144
Writing Mode: Satisfied
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