The exclamation point is actually warranted this time, I feel. I wrote 8282 words today.

Didn’t quite double my wordcount, but I did beat my previous daily best, and since that happened a day I dind’t sleep at all during the night and also did nothing but write, I’m pretty sure this is a greater accomplishment.

Anyway, you get two separate random daily snippets today. Because I’m proud of myself and also wrote a fuckton of words holy shit.

The path widened. The sound got impossibly louder. Someone tripped.

Ah, lucky you. You get a sentence from the middle of the actual avalanche happening, where everyone are so scared and confused and frantic it’s basically impossible to figure out what’s going on. Oh well

Oh well, if she was awake, she was awake. Laying here until someone decided to carry her home was not an actual option, no matter how tempting it sounded.

I know the feeling, Werohe. Unfortunately, you’re in the middle of the mountains and need to reach shelter before the next sundown, because you don’t want to sleep outside any more than you absolutely have to. Not after an avalanche like that.

So, uh, guess who wrote over three thousand words today and just passed 50k?

I did.

Huh.

I’m not even remotely done with the book yet, though. The outline says I just finished part 14 of 20, but again, some of the last ones are probably a lot larger than the ones I’ve done until now. All I want is to finish this thing before the end of November. I don’t think I’ll feel like a real winner until then.

Anyways, this is cause for celebration, so today you get two daily snippets!

She thought.

... fuck that, you get three. This isn’t a snippet, it’s half a sentence masquerading as a paragraph.

And then they found the path heading up.

At least this is kind of a sentence. The path heading up what? Their doom, probably. They don’t even know how accurate that is and they’re already in mortal danger.

(Why’s it even called that? ‘Mortal’ doesn’t mean ‘lethal’. You can’t kill danger, usually. It’s the ones who are in danger that’re about to get killed. It doesn’t make sense.)

She took care at every step, making sure she would not slip before she even thought about continuing.

Ah, yes. The only logical way to scale a cliff side.

God. Dammit.

Below par. For the first time this month. By 7 words.

This is just embarrassing. I’m sad now.

You’re still getting a daily snippet, but sheesh. This is a red mark on my calendar.

Werohe took a long few moments before she answered. “Yes,” she said. “It was dad’s home since he was young. He built it himself. My mother moved in here with him when they got married.”

This is the talky part. I’ve locked them all up in a small house in a storm, and now they have to talk about all their backstories. Yaay!

Just a couple thousand words today, which considering how much I wrote past midnight last night isn’t that much. I’ll try to do better tomorrow.

On the upside, if I can write one of the parts I’ve set up in the outline every two days from now on, I’ll be on track to actually finish this darn thing.

Possibly. The outline only gets vaguer from here on.

Have a snippet:

She quickly looked away from that.

You know, the majority of paragraphs are just... really, really short.

Just slightly above par today. I could continue, but I honestly think I’ll do both myself and my writing best if I instead go to sleep. I am tired and this week has been bad.

At least tomorrow I’m going into another part of the story I’ve been wanting to write for a while, as it has one of the most amusing characters in the book. Seriously hope I can write that guy the way I want him.

Anyways. Here’s today’s random snippet:

“Whoa, whoa,” Werohe held her hands up to stop the flow of questions. “Yes, it’s cool, but I think we should keep moving. I can answer on the road?”