Whew! The work week hasn’t wanted me to get a nugget of writing updates in. I’ve been squeezing in a few words here and there, but I think tonight’s been the first in a few where I’ve gotten some time to really spend writing. It’s a bit later than I normally like to close up shop, but that’s the price you pay for your writing. I’ll get up like a zombie in the morning to do my regular run and then crash at the end of the day. Really hoping the weekend hurries up and gets here.
In other news I’m planning my Pathfinder campaign this weekend. We’re doing kind of a round robin DMing where everybody gets a turn to run their own mini-campaign within the constrains of the world. So far it’s pretty fun! I’m planning this one to be a longer one (ie. 3 weekends in length) so I’ve been having to squeeze in time to plan that in addition to my regular writing time. I love working on both, but unfortunately can’t do them at the same time. Every time I work on one I feel guilty about the other, and vice versa. They’ll both get done, but in their own time apparently.
Enough of my sleepy ramblings though. On to word metrics!
Project: Ghosts of Pikes Peak
Summary: The old, abandoned Davis Farm just outside the bustling city of Pikes Peak is riddled with malicious spirits. Werewolf detective Colton Fen has been assigned to a half-vampire partner, Rennick Dalton, to handle the troublesome ghosts, but even their combined strength may not be enough to dissuade the poltergeists from plucking victims from the outskirts of town. Is this a simple case of ghost infestation or is there something far more malicious going on in the farmhouse?
Current total words: 32,383
New words written: 2,708
Progress in Story: A new character rears her head and adds in a refreshing bit of contrast to our regular guys. She arrives just in the nick of time as well.
Total Words for 2012: 41,964
Snippet: Colton is just not having the best of days.
His face collided with the dirt, and he sputtered against it while he fought the dizziness. A weight was brought down on his back and his arms pulled up behind him, bringing his head unwillingly up. A man crouched down in front of him and held his chin up to face him.
“You will be our message to the agency. This city belongs to us, kin slayer! Your head will stand as a warning to others like you.” The man pulled something from his belt and held it against his neck. Colton tried to struggle away from it, but a second weight came down on his legs to hold him still. He felt a stab of pain as the blade dug into his throat.