With Pirate Twins, my 4000, er, 17,000 word writing exercise complete, I am now returning to my free webnovel, Defiant, to flesh it out into a proper novel.
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I had nothing. For about two days. As usual, at Mass this evening, reflecting on the Gospel reading from Mathew (so you know ‘gnashing of teeth’ will be involved…) about forgiveness. I don’t know why, but I was led to think about the last paragraph of Act II, when Mackenzie accidently finds out what Nichole is.
In an instant, I ‘saw’ their conversation and reconciliation. Later that morning, they stand along the west bank of the Willamette River, watching the slow departure of HMIJS Kongo. That’s 3k words, right there. I was going to roll that over into going to class later that day or the next morning, but instead realized, with a smile, they’d be stopping in a Zom’s for a parfait or something. Add a heaping of Nike and there’s 2k more words.
It’s only when I try do I eff everything up. Shut up, Clayton, and write down what they show you….