Le Commission

I finished chapter 1 of Weirs Sunday morning in all its 9k glory (I know, long). But I feel good about it. Chapter 2 is a bit trickier since I have a lot more characters to work with. Hopefully Teague won’t get lost in the hullabaloo. But it’s a rough draft, right? So it’s not THAT big of a deal, right?

Right?

Anyway, got my commissioned picture of Teague! It’s not colored, but do note that her hair is platinum blonde. (Or will be by the end of chapter 2.)




Excerpt of the day:

Teague looked down at her dress. It was a little dirty, but still in good condition. She frowned. “What’s wrong with it?”

Tock pulled out a half-loaf of bread from the cupboard and took his seat before the desk, chuckling to himself. “Really? You have no waist in that thing. And it’s not a flattering color.” He took a bite of bread and reopened the book, flipping to a page filled with diagrams and tiny print. “We’ll have to find something new,” he said, mouth half-full. “You look dreadful.”
Weirs, chapter 2