Color me unimpressive; I only added a little over 4K on Loathsome...I blame it on a lengthy visit from the in-laws, the continuous saga to paint the trim of our house, and a short story that begged to be written. The visit was fun and the short story (around 2K itself) was fun, too. The house painting however...slow and agonizing.
So my word count is around 27.5K. I don't have one of those fancy progress bars because that would just freak me out. I'm approaching halfway. That's it.
For a moment, the world became the riotous pound of blood in my ears, but then the drag lessened on the rope. Jim, no longer of use at the bottom of the falls, had climbed the shore and took up Olson’s post. With a last pull, we heaved the heavy aft of the boat above the precipice, and let the two larger men pull it toward their bank to rest on shore. Silas and I worked through the current again and fell panting on the opposite side.
“Ya god-damned pansy,” Silas snarled at Olson. “Ya could’ve killed us all with your weakness.”
Olson cringed. “I—I just lost—my hold,” he stuttered.
“Enough,” I said, rubbing the soreness out of my hands. “We need to press on. Our final station is nearly a day’s journey upriver, and if we are to make it before nightfall, we have no time to waste bickering with one another.”
Ah, tension. How I love thee.
Tomorrow, I give my take on two books from Darkhart Press. Enjoy WIP Wednesday.