#cb progressing stuff

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Guess what? I wrote. 310 words. That's a 160 more than I had to write for repeating note milestone! And it adds up to a total of 11,838 words.

And guess what? You're gonna get to read all of them. That's below the cut, if you're interested!

What I Wrote Today:

Finally, it was second long-shadows, on the first day of the weekend. He sat at a table in the Fox and Rabbit, stretching his arms. His shift ended early, as it did every year on the day before Wyrd’s Watch.

Lynn approached, carrying two small mugs in her hands, and took the seat across from him. He thanked her as she handed him one. “Is Ven not joining us?” she asked.

Nauth shook his head as he took a sip of the wine. It wasn’t the best wine, no, but it was certainly better than ale. “He’s already left.”

“Left? For what?”

“The lost sons thing,” Nauth told her, waving his hand. Everyone knew this.

Apparently, that didn’t include Lynn. She nodded along expectantly. He sighed. “For Wyrd’s Watch.” She nodded again. More, then.

“Every family sends out a son to the oasis north of the city. They get there around noon, have their own festivities, and leave for the city. They usually get back early the next morning.”

Lynn thought for a moment. “Huh.” Her scrunched eyebrows told Nauth she still didn’t get it. “So... So, what does everyone else do?”

Nauth took another sip of the wine. He always tried his best to be patient, but... Well, he shouldn’t have assumed anything. “Tomorrow night, every house will have dinner, there’ll be dancing, and then the oldest woman in the family will realize the son is ‘missing’ and keep vigil at the North Gate until he returns. Then there’s more feasting, more dancing, all throughout the day.”

She stared at him, squinting. “Okay.” She looked into her mug, as if there were answers in there. “Why?”

“‘Why?’” he repeated. “What do you mean, why?”

“I mean, what’s the meaning of it?” She took a very dainty sip from her mug. “Usually, holidays like this have some sort of story behind them.”

He shrugged. “I’m no historian,” he said. “If you wanna know so bad, you can ask Ven.”

“Ven isn’t here,” she replied, smirking.

He grinned snidely. “Well, that’s just too bad, isn’t it?” They both laughed. Lynn had a good sense of ir-Vandeth humor.

This was originally indented, like my usual "favorite thing I wrote today"s. But it was hard to read. Also, if you count it, it's more than 310 words. That's because I also grabbed a little bit from before what I wrote.

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Finally got back to writing after an unintended four-day break! Put down 304 words, adding up to a total of 11,527 words. It’s also the day before the conflict finally starts, so that’s exciting.

I also split what I have so far into two chapters, so Chapter 1 is 7,682 words, and Chapter 2 is (thus far) 2,908 words.

Favorite thing I wrote today:

He walked down the street, most in thought. Dodging the occasional passerby was second nature to him. A copper every hour. If half the shift is noon to second short-shadows… then that’s… He muttered the calculations under his breath and gasped. Almost eight hours. Wyrd, that’s almost twice what I make already.

He walked a little slower, dazed by the thought. Making that much, he could do a little more than just get by. He could start saving up. It’d only be a copper a day, but he would be saving up.

All the things he’d be able to do swirled around in his head. Replace his old, worn-out rugs. Mend his old cups and plates—or better yet, replace them. Replace his pillow, his blanket… He didn’t dare to think of the new things he could buy, worrying the very idea might knock him over and render him useless.

This bit really shows just how poor Nauth is. His financial fantasies are replacing his old things. Never buying new things. I think it’s kinda sad, but he’s happy about it, so.

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Finally wrote after too long! 299 new words, with a total of 10,248 words.

…10,248!?

WE BROKE 10K, LET’S GO!!!

Wow! That’s exciting! Anyway, here’s my favorite thing I wrote today:

Nauth was in the middle of flipping flatbread. He wanted to fling it at her face. “What I can and can’t afford is none of your business.” He couldn’t keep the edge out of his voice anymore. “If I wanted your help, I would have asked for it.”

Yeah, things are not going well. A little lovers’ quarrel, if you will, except they’re not really even lovers. Womp womp.

Turns out, poor people find it insulting when you point out that they’re poor. Who could’ve guessed? /sarcastic

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Wrote 294 words today, for a total of 12,233 words. Woohoo.

Favorite Thing I Wrote Today:

The streets were quiet as Nauth walked home, save for the lamplighters using the empty streets for play and the white-cloaked vigil-goers.

Basically the only interesting thing I wrote.

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Finally got some good writing done. 580 words, for a total of 10,854 words. The juices were really flowing today.

Favorite thing I wrote today:

For the most part, the meal passed quickly, save for small talk. No, he didn’t have any plans to open a stall in the Market District, and Kalami, the stew was the best he’d ever had, and no, he already had plans for Wyrd’s Watch, but he was flattered they invited him, and Ven was doing quite well, thanks for asking.

I really like how it flows. I don’t think I need to explain why it’s my favorite every time I do these. I just like this bit.

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I got some writing done today. Somehow. And I did a lot more than I needed to, 539 words for a grand total of 9,158 words.

Favorite thing I wrote today:

I got nothing. For all the words I wrote, none were particularly good. Sorry. You can go and read my other progress updates though, under the tag #cb progressing stuff. There’s some good stuff there, if you haven’t read it already.

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So, I have a confession to make. Instead of writing, I got sidetracked and did some worldbuilding.

LOOK, how am I supposed to know what a religious statuette looks like unless I know what number the figure is connected to and why? I had to do the worldbuilding, if you think about it.

Still, I did write. 487 words, brand new and on the page.

Favorite thing I wrote today:

Jemes waved as if trying to cut the air.

I wanted something better than “he waved emphatically”, and this is what I ended up with.

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Writing progress update! I wrote 369 words today, adding up to 11,223 words in total.

No favorite thing I wrote today, but I will be posting an infodump about keital and how people in Kem lon-Dalan divide the day later. That’ll take a bit though, since I may or may not have dinner soon.