May. 11th, 2015

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 Thank you to everyone who commented on my Mother's Day post. It was definitely a day where I felt overwhelmed, emotionally. I'm probably not going to respond to the comments one by one, because...because I'm still feeling a bit vulnerable and I want to push forward and past it. But I appreciate every single one, so very much.


Thank you. I had forgotten how much it helped to speak into the void, as it were, especially when you hear someone answer. :)
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 World building has taken a lot more time than I anticipated. So has rewriting the opening sequence...let me see, three times. Technically, I've written more than 6,000 words since the last update. Unfortunately, most of them will probably never be used. 

So here is the "real" count, of words I am keeping:

Favorite bit:

Mercy’s memory of him was vague, now. More of an impression, one of towering size and the smell of fried food and engine grease. His thoughts were dark, malignant things that made her press hard against her mother’s leg. So young, she had no words to describe the things he imagined, but they filled her with a wordless terror. Pallas knew. She took his coin and his darkness, and left him a dazed shell of who he’d been, missing all memory of the woman and her tiny daughter, and what he’d meant to do to them.


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