Zoinks. This was a hard week, but I managed another 900, 1000, and 700 words, for a week four total of 5200. The four-week total is 22,100, which is 3600 more than I wrote in all of last year’s WAT, and 1000 more words than I had written by this point in my Clarion West experience.
It’s too bad that what I’m writing is such a mess.
It’s fun, in a way, to just throw words up on the page like spaghetti against a wall. This isn’t the way I normally work, and we’ll see if it succeeds in the end.
Over the rise, her doppelganger was talking to Gabriel. “Wait here a minute,” she said, breaking away from him. She wore a puzzled look on her face, and Ari thought it made her look dumb. Then she laughed, noticing the distance she was trying to put between herself and the woman now walking toward her—her very own self, only about a half hour younger but a good deal more innocent.After a moment, the other Ari crept around a tombstone. “What are you doing here?” she asked.Ari laughed. “I’ve come from the future,” she said in a mock-spooky voice.
You can still sponsor me or a writer similar to me here. Every little bit helps!