…but not really.
Finished my second Vi Lar POV chapter over the weekend—turned out a lot longer than I thought it would. (Like, four pages. Big deal.) I’m quite satisfied with it, too. He adds a certain flavor to the story, you know? I’m glad I decided to give him more air-time.
Meanwhile all my writing group friends are getting their finals back from Sanderson. ;_; I am jealous.
On a plus side, my new pink spectacles should be arriving in the mail today. Here’s hoping the prescription is legit.
Also, I have SO MANY ‘d contractions in this story it makes me sick. I have destroyed most of them.
Excerpt of the day:
Flad stopped hearing her. A dark, bitter feeling ran through his veins. He clenched his teeth together, glowering as Thrip purchased the second ball and handed it to the child, running the tip of his finger over the length of her nose, resting his palm on her shoulder. He smiled, the sort of smile that only shows in the mouth. Flad knew that smile. He had seen it before.
CSH, chapter 15