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silver_sunTime for another campnanowrimo update, as it's been a few days since the last one. I was at a family wedding over the weekend (it was a great one too, and Alexander really seemed to enjoy being a pageboy) so didn't have a chance to do any writing on Friday, Saturday, Sunday.
That said I was a little ahead before, and I've managed to get 2611 words written today, so the word count stands at 30021 as of midnight. Please to break the 30k. The next big number for me is 33.5k - which is know seems a bit random, but that is the word count for the longest thing I've written, so going past that will be good.
Anyway, the target for tomorrow is to make a little bit more of the word count, going to be aiming for 2k tomorrow, rather than 2.5 as I aimed for today, as I've not got a big scene that I'm writing (which was what helped to get today's word count so high)
Even with the three days of no writing, I'm still mostly on track, about 2k behind where I need to be, but that's only the equivalent of making up an extra 200 words a day between now and the end of the month, so really not that bad - especially if I can get another writing day in like today.
The road took them beneath the promontory, the overhanging rocks shielding them all from Sarpedon's view. As they disappeared from his line of sight two more shots rang out.
Emerging from the under the overhang, Aran was lent forward over his horse, the reigns trailing loose, as he clutched his right arm, blood welling through his fingers.
Rifle loaded, and the enemy riders in sight once more Sarpedon took aim at the rider closest to Aran. The shot took the man in the back on the neck, and he fell from his horse to lay face down in the dust.
Realising that he had assistance and there was just one of his pursuers remaining, Aran managed to catch one of the trailing reigns and wheeled his horse round to face the fast approaching horseman.
That said I was a little ahead before, and I've managed to get 2611 words written today, so the word count stands at 30021 as of midnight. Please to break the 30k. The next big number for me is 33.5k - which is know seems a bit random, but that is the word count for the longest thing I've written, so going past that will be good.
Anyway, the target for tomorrow is to make a little bit more of the word count, going to be aiming for 2k tomorrow, rather than 2.5 as I aimed for today, as I've not got a big scene that I'm writing (which was what helped to get today's word count so high)
Even with the three days of no writing, I'm still mostly on track, about 2k behind where I need to be, but that's only the equivalent of making up an extra 200 words a day between now and the end of the month, so really not that bad - especially if I can get another writing day in like today.
The road took them beneath the promontory, the overhanging rocks shielding them all from Sarpedon's view. As they disappeared from his line of sight two more shots rang out.
Emerging from the under the overhang, Aran was lent forward over his horse, the reigns trailing loose, as he clutched his right arm, blood welling through his fingers.
Rifle loaded, and the enemy riders in sight once more Sarpedon took aim at the rider closest to Aran. The shot took the man in the back on the neck, and he fell from his horse to lay face down in the dust.
Realising that he had assistance and there was just one of his pursuers remaining, Aran managed to catch one of the trailing reigns and wheeled his horse round to face the fast approaching horseman.