I have reached the 40 000 and 10 000 word marks for Lionheart and Bones respectively. Isn’t that awesome?
I think so!
Anyway, now that I have more than definitely reached the half-way point for Lionheart, and am about a sixth of the way through Bones I just need to be like the kitty below and reference Star Wars stay on target.
But in the meantime: Yippee!
I just hit the 30 000 word mark, and at just the point in the story I wanted to as well.
I’ve just ended the chapter at that point with our heroes jumping from the airship being chased by possessed security guards.
Now I am off for the weekend to stay with family in Blenheim. Although I will be doing some writing on the boat rides there and back (three hours each way), I am going to come back refreshed and ready to finish the last part of my goal – JK has promised me a present from New York if I reach the 35 000 word mark by the end of the month.
At about a week and a bit into this month I was fluffing about in a panic because I was so far behind schedule to make that goal. I thought there was no way I could reach 35k now that I had started off so poorly. But I knuckled down and started churning out 1000 words a day for several days. That’s the most I have ever written at once, and it feels good. 
So anyway, goodbye, I’ll see you on Monday, and by then I’ll be back and writing! W00t!
It’s Tuesday and that means it’s time for a teaser! Especially since I just reached the 28 000 word mark aka 35%.
Anyway here’s a fragment from Lionheart where the main character, Leander, tries to scry for the first time, under the guidances of a hedgewitch. Leander agrees to let Angelika help him as he is feeling really lost and confused on how to find his sister and rescue her.
The nothing of the mirror, and the everything that was not visible, became mist. And then out of the mist loomed shapes which stayed firm, not brief flashes like before. They were tall columns and towering buildings. Palatial homes and proud temples, both made from the same marble.
It was an entire city, and the original that Kingscove was an extremely poor copy of.
The kingdom grew taller, prouder. People scurried by, living out their day to day existence. What Angelika had said was true – he really could see everything if he wished, and was willing to work and go looking for it. He could, and did, watch the rise of the old kingdom, starting off as merely a small group and becoming something great.
And then he watched it all come tumbling down.
The enemy broke through the barriers, both magical and physical, with ease. The mages tried to fight back, but their magic simply rolled over and off them like water off a duck’s back. And when the enemy was finally close enough to attack, there was no mercy for those whose only defense was magical. Or non-existent.
There was no mercy at all. Not for the men. Not for the women. Not even for the children.
And then the city burned.
As Seanne said, “At least they didn’t throw any of the children off the city walls.”
My reply: “I decided not to show that part.”