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NaNoWriMo Day 20
Nov. 20th, 2023 08:40 pmWords (Written Today): 838
Words (Total as of Today): 13,594
Mood: pretty damn good (if still tired)!
Treat: gonna get a snack and watch some TV
First Line (Written Today): Tron had no answer to that.
Last Line (Written Today): He prayed for everything he could think of--not only for Flynn’s health and hope and safety, but his family and home, wherever they might be, and his memory, so cruelly locked away from him.
Favorite Line (Written Today) (absolute favorite line is bolded): Tron still fought because he had faith that the gods had not yet ordained his death; Ram still fought in the foolish hope that escape would one day be possible. They chose to fight, yes, but a choice between life and death hardly seemed a choice at all.
And what of Flynn? Tron watched him as everyone began bedding down for the night, and he seemed downright morose, a stark change from his usual bright attitude. He did not speak to either Tron or Ram as he settled into the low cot beside their bunk. Tron found himself on the verge of saying something more than once, but what could he say that would lift Flynn’s spirits? The man had no memory of who he was or where he was from, nor even an inkling of how he had ended up here. Tron clung to his faith among all this death, and Ram was motivated by a love for his distant homeland. Flynn had neither of these things, only a yawning emptiness where his life should be. And why would a man with no reason to hope, no reason to live, choose to fight against an almost certain death?
Other Stuff: Did not think I was going to have the motivation necessary to write tonight, but then I did!! Nearly 1k at that! And I wrote some fucking BANGER lines tonight, I am very proud of myself!! (Like, part of me just wanted to post all the words I wrote tonight, they were that fucking good.) And now I am gonna have a snack, and watch Make Some Noise, and probably read Murderbot and go to bed and all that. Whee!!!
Words (Total as of Today): 13,594
Mood: pretty damn good (if still tired)!
Treat: gonna get a snack and watch some TV
First Line (Written Today): Tron had no answer to that.
Last Line (Written Today): He prayed for everything he could think of--not only for Flynn’s health and hope and safety, but his family and home, wherever they might be, and his memory, so cruelly locked away from him.
Favorite Line (Written Today) (absolute favorite line is bolded): Tron still fought because he had faith that the gods had not yet ordained his death; Ram still fought in the foolish hope that escape would one day be possible. They chose to fight, yes, but a choice between life and death hardly seemed a choice at all.
And what of Flynn? Tron watched him as everyone began bedding down for the night, and he seemed downright morose, a stark change from his usual bright attitude. He did not speak to either Tron or Ram as he settled into the low cot beside their bunk. Tron found himself on the verge of saying something more than once, but what could he say that would lift Flynn’s spirits? The man had no memory of who he was or where he was from, nor even an inkling of how he had ended up here. Tron clung to his faith among all this death, and Ram was motivated by a love for his distant homeland. Flynn had neither of these things, only a yawning emptiness where his life should be. And why would a man with no reason to hope, no reason to live, choose to fight against an almost certain death?
Other Stuff: Did not think I was going to have the motivation necessary to write tonight, but then I did!! Nearly 1k at that! And I wrote some fucking BANGER lines tonight, I am very proud of myself!! (Like, part of me just wanted to post all the words I wrote tonight, they were that fucking good.) And now I am gonna have a snack, and watch Make Some Noise, and probably read Murderbot and go to bed and all that. Whee!!!
