I’m half way through CSH revisions. As of right now, I’ve boosted my word count from 98K to 105K. I’m hoping to reach 110K.
The first draft was 91K. So I’ve added some crap since then.
Also finished the backstory and base personality for Teague. Hurray.
And… I will get back to TR. Someday.
Yay for short blog posts.
Excerpt of the day;
He thought of the three boys from the slums, the way their eyes lit when they heard of Soul Heiress. He imagined their bodies, bloodied and torn, being chucked into a mass grave with common criminals. His fault. Why did fate play such cruel tricks on him?
CSH, chapter 13