As far as Loathsome goes...well, I had big plans. I was going to beat 40K this week. I came close, teetering just on the full side of 38K. Not bad considering Owen's injury and birthday party. We won't mention school again.
Crap. I just did.
My goal is to top the 40K mark, then spend some less intensive time adding some bits in the first half. With the start of, um, you-know-what, I plan on taking writing a little slower for the next few weeks. The rest of the book is outlined, but I'm going to wait until things settle to finish. If the 1st draft is done by the end of September, I'll be very happy. In the meantime, I might write a few short stories that have been tugging at my shirttails.
“C’mon, damnit. Fight!”
Jim thumped me on the shoulder. “You gonna stop this?”
I shook my head. John’s eyes burned the back of my neck. I heard the bunk creak as Jim scooted away.
Olson dabbed his mouth with the back of his left hand, catching a bit of blood on his upper lip. “You’ve lost your mind…I’m not f-fighting you.”
Silas came at him again, swinging a left hook into the smaller man’s chest. Olson doubled over with an audible “oof”. Silas spat on the dirt floor.
“Gonna let me embarrass you like this, ya pansy?”
Well. Not much poetic about that scene.
Happy writing, everyone.