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Words (Written Today): 1037

Words (Total as of Today): 7170

Mood: pretty good?? tired by the end of the day, though...

Treat: um. I forgot???

First Line (Written Today): He suppressed a sigh, and moved his gaze forward again.

Last Line (Written Today): Then he closed his eyes and reached for the trickle of magic that was still his to claim.

Favorite Line (Written Today): He suppressed a sigh, and moved his gaze forward again.

...Only to find himself glancing back at the beaten prisoner at the end of the line. Tron blinked, for he felt--something. Something like an ephemeral hand on his elbow, and another hand pointing to the beaten man, who now seemed on the verge of falling to his knees. He could not place the sensation he was feeling, for it was not the calm and peace of the gods’ presence. Instead it felt--urgent, anguished, as though a voice was whispering in his ear, This one, this one. Please. This one.

Other Stuff: Backdated once again!! I am so tired all of the time, and I forget to do things. So it goes, I guess. Yesterday was (once again) kind of busy with stuff, but I managed to get a good amount of writing time, so I guess it's all worth it. And hey, I'll take another 1k day! It's nice to have a little cushion. (Also in other news, I was looking at my getyourwordsout spreadsheet for the year, and apparently on the 6th of this month, I broke 100k words for the year! What the crap!! It's funny, because when I was on the wordcount pledge, I only made my pledge of a mere 75k once, but now on the Habit pledge, I'm breaking that easily all the time! Wow!)

Words (Written Today): 525

Words (Total as of Today): 5631

Mood: Tired.

Treat: Watching some TV.

First Line (Written Today): Instead, he watched from his cell’s tiny window as a massive arena was erected outside the capital city, and stared when the warden of the castle dungeons told him he was being transferred.

Last Line (Written Today): Tron dug his blanket out from under the bed, settled it over himself as best he could, and breathed slowly and calmly until sleep took him once more.

Favorite Line (Written Today): He had been here for over a year now. The Games here, at least, were not constant spectacles. They had seasons, in the spring and autumn, and the Fostians watched and cheered them on. Though last autumn, Tron thought he had spied southerners from Enqor or Mykros among the crowds, and it made his heart falter. What hope had his homeland, if Chesst had swayed some of them so easily?

And now it would start anew. The lesser prisoners would be brought tomorrow; he could only hope some of them had the mettle to keep fighting. He had thought that two years in such a place as this would break him, but still he fought. Chesst’s hold on the Seven Realms could not be iron-tight forever. Things would slip through his fingers eventually, and perhaps then…

Other Stuff: Another backdated entry, whee! I had a long day yesterday (errands to run, physical therapy to go to), and by the time I got my writing done, I thought, "I will come back later and do the DW post." (Reader: I did not come back and do the DW post.) So here we are now.

Words (Written Today): 826

Words (Total as of Today): 4533

Mood: Pretty good!! (if still tired...)

Treat: A dessert of some kind, I suppose?

First Line (Written Today): That night, Tron fell asleep uneasily, and his dreams were haunted by his thoughts of the past.

Last Line (Written Today): Only then did he think of the past, and remember what had once been his.

Favorite Line (Written Today): —Tron woke with a sharp inhale. He was laying on his stomach, his face half-buried in his pillow. Logic told him this was the reason for the end of his dream, and that he had been in no danger, but his heart raced anyway. He shoved himself onto his back, pulling the thin blanket away from his sweating skin and flinging it on the floor. The barracks were always cold this time of year, before the warmth of spring truly reached the north, but the cool air felt like a balm to his panic. He panted for a few moments, listening to the soft breathing and snores of the people around him, then closed his eyes and tried to settle himself back into sleep.

He breathed in deeply, held the breath to a count of four, then exhaled. This process he repeated, until he felt the tension begin to fade from his body. His heart slowed its frantic pace, his hands stopped their shaking, and his mind stopped dwelling on the nightmare that had woken him. He breathed calmly and patiently, thinking only of his breath and its steady measured pace, until he at last felt calm enough to start a meditation.

Other Stuff: Not as busy a day today, thank goodness. I wrote my words over two sessions today; one about 40 minutes long, the other about 25. I'm hoping I can repeat this over the next couple of days, if I can? I'm already ahead by a little bit for my 15k goal, but I'd like to squeeze enough of a buffer in there so I can take a break if I need to.

Words (Written Today): 253

Words (Total as of Today): 3088

Mood: so. damn. tired.

Treat: going. the fuck. to bed.

First Line (Written Today): “I couldn’t agree more,” Tron replied.

Last Line (Written Today): Over the courtyard, a bell rang out. Morning practices were over.

Favorite Line (Written Today): They broke apart, and Ram said, “You and I both know the only freedom His Imperial Holiness will grant us is the sweet release of death.”

Other Stuff: so I wrote these words in the growing dark of a drive to drop my toddler nephew off at home. then, when we got home, I accidentally dozed off for two hours. I typed these words up and felt like I was half awake the whole time. I'm just glad I got something written, and remembered to type it up in time to keep my updating streak on the NaNo website alive.

(this entry is once again backdated. I was tired. you understand.)

Words (Written Today): 697

Words (Total as of Today): 2474

Mood: Tired (again)

Treat: maybe some leftover Halloween candy??

First Line (Written Today): Some time later—the count of hours or days matters not—the Emperor Chesst walks in the deepest dungeon of his castle with his most trusted general, the High Champion Sark.

Last Line (Written Today): There is no god here but Chesst, and Chesst is the savior of the world.

Favorite Line (Written Today): Sark takes a deep breath and replies, “The gods made this world. They—they made all of us, didn’t they? They even made you.”

The words are regretted as soon as they are spoken, and Sark flinches when the emperor speaks.

“The gods did not make me what I am.” His voice is little louder than a whisper. “I did. I made you what you are, Sark, and if you question me... then perhaps I have reason to doubt your loyalty. I have raised you up from the slum you once occupied, and I can put you back there as easily as I breathe.”

Other Stuff: Wasn't sure I was gonna get words done today, but I managed it at last!! My 2yo nephew is visiting this weekend, so hopefully hanging out with him won't throw a wrench in my writing plans. All in all I'm very pleased with what I wrote today.

Words (Written Today): 1034

Words (Total as of Today): 1034

Mood: Tired but Okay

Treat: ...I should probably have one of those, shouldn't I?

First Line (Written Today): We start in darkness, which is the beginning and end of all life.

Last Line (Written Today): He glares down at the god he pulled from the divine realms, made pathetic by mortality and pain. “But if you do not give me what I want, o god, my hand may slip after all.”

Favorite Line (Written Today): warning for discussion of torture
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Other Stuff: So this is all technically TRON fanfic. This is a story idea I got back in June, which can best be summed up as "TRON 1982 But Make It High Fantasy." The two characters here are Flynn (the god) and the MCP (the man of darkness). Basic gist here is that the MCP (now a man called Chesst, because get it, the MCP was a chess program??) is an Evil Emperor who has torn a god from the heavens and is trying to attain godhood himself, and has been torturing Flynn (the god in question) for information on how to do such a thing. It is probably the darkest start to a story I have ever written, but I like how it turned out.

So yeah. I'm aiming for 15k this year with NaNo, and I'm pleased to have gotten a day "ahead" on my first day. Here's hoping I can keep it up!!