I wrote some new pages for #projectymm but dont have the word count to update it as it was on a different device 😅

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I wrote some new pages for #projectymm but dont have the word count to update it as it was on a different device 😅
Writing Update:
The creative / experimental project I am calling projectymm for tag purposes is now at 30,860 words!
I got a spark of inspiration tonight and for this session wrote: 2869 words
No where close to being halfway through the conflict though... 😅`😭
Here's a line from this new section:
Kalan nods, mostly to himself. “You need to wash.” Marta looks down at herself. At the gore and dirt staining her arms up to the elbow, her sweater across her chest, and even some drops on her borrowed skirts. Damnit. “Keeri can show-“ “No. Follow me.” He stalks off immediately. Marta wrestles with his disrespect by herself, catching herself before the instinct to follow sets in. Do not kill the Wolf King, Marta. How long would it take for Kalan to look back? To see that she is not there with him? Would he continue to yell at her? Good, if that’s the case. She wasn’t done yelling at him either. Her answer is only three steps. Three steps and he hunches over and turns his body to the side to stare at her without too much effort in his search. Those royal eyes pierce her own as he waits, patient and pissed off. Marta clears her throat before following.