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NanoWriMo Day 2
Nov. 2nd, 2023 07:19 pmWords (Written Today): 743
Words (Total as of Today): 1777
Mood: fairly good, I guess?
Treat: going to bed
First Line (Written Today): Time has lost what little meaning it had to him.
Last Line (Written Today): “Your death will come in good time, o god. But not quite yet.”
Favorite Line (Written Today): [The emperor] says a word of the gods’ old tongue, and the god knows it for a moment—and then it is slipping away from him. And then everything—everything is slipping away, fading into darkness and oblivion. His knowledge, his sense of self, all suddenly locked away. Everything but a single syllable of his own name.
Flynn.
Other Stuff: Posting this a day late, with backdating, because... I got busy. Also yesterday was very busy and I just wanted to go to bed, so here we are. I'm not as pleased with today's writing, but it's not like I'm posting this right away; there is always time for an edit.
Words (Total as of Today): 1777
Mood: fairly good, I guess?
Treat: going to bed
First Line (Written Today): Time has lost what little meaning it had to him.
Last Line (Written Today): “Your death will come in good time, o god. But not quite yet.”
Favorite Line (Written Today): [The emperor] says a word of the gods’ old tongue, and the god knows it for a moment—and then it is slipping away from him. And then everything—everything is slipping away, fading into darkness and oblivion. His knowledge, his sense of self, all suddenly locked away. Everything but a single syllable of his own name.
Flynn.
Other Stuff: Posting this a day late, with backdating, because... I got busy. Also yesterday was very busy and I just wanted to go to bed, so here we are. I'm not as pleased with today's writing, but it's not like I'm posting this right away; there is always time for an edit.
