skye_writer: Purple and white text on a black background: just do it (just write). A gray outline of a hand holding pencil is underneath the text. (just write)
Days Written (This Week): 3 days
Days Written (This Month): 8 days
Days Written (2025 Total): 24 days

Words Written (This Week): 1,887 words
Words Written (This Month): 7,462 words
Words Written (2025 Total): 14,898 words

First Line (Written This Week): The same small shudder runs through her when Flynn locks her disc into place, and Tron sees the telltale blue flash in her eyes that indicates synchronization.

Last Line (Written This Week): Alan and Lora exchange a glance, and Alan’s gratified to see Lora looks as confused as he feels. He asks slowly, “Is that a bad thing?”

Favorite Line (Written This Week): “This isn’t a normal situation, though,” Lora says, still staring at Flynn. “This—the fact that we’re here at all—is beyond my wildest dreams. I would have gotten this far if you’d kept me at Encom.” She’s frowning now, and Flynn’s smile fades a little. “I mean—have you even been making usable notes about what you’re doing here, Flynn? About what’s happened?”

He winces. “A few?”

Lora shakes her head. “Of course. But—we’re in uncharted territory, here. Something like self-generating code isn’t possible at home, but what if it is? What if we just haven’t advanced far enough yet? This—situation, introducing organic life to a digital interface—you’ve been combining things that haven’t been combined before. When we were digitizing fruit, we always took it right back out again. But you’ve been… here. Over and over again.”

Other Stuff: Yay for the return of snippets!! I went ahead and included the first bit of what I wrote this week, even though it was pretty straightforward rewrite stuff. The latter two snippets (particularly the favorite one) are from the whole revision of the following scene.

I am hoping I can get more done next week, though. This week was kind of a bust on the Getting Stuff Done front. Mostly for video game-related reasons again (sigh). Also the eternal problem of not knowing how to rewrite the scene that needed serious rewriting. Sigh (again). But I feel like I'm mostly back on track, so. Here's hoping!
skye_writer: Opal from Steven Universe on a blue purple bg with four purple hearts. (su opal)
Words (Written Today): 291

Words (Total as of Today): 17,059

Mood: Decent, but also tired.

Treat: Gonna watch some Doctor Who or read some Murderbot (again).

First Line (Written Today): As the third week of training drew to a close, Tron was impressed by Flynn and Crom both.

Last Line (Written Today): Tron didn’t know what it could mean, only that it was significant.

Favorite Line (Written Today): As he went over the last few weeks in his mind, Tron could not help but be unnerved by the strange coincidences that had led to all this, all the strangeness that surrounded Flynn and his appearance here.

Other Stuff: So this is the end... at least for this current writing soiree. 30 days in a row is pretty dang impressive, right? Right. (And technically it's 34 days if you count the writing I did at the end of October.) I wrote 17k on a new story idea, and I like what I've been writing so far. I don't know if I'll continue with this story into next month; I have another TRON fic I need to update in January that I probably ought to be cycling back to before that time comes. But I think, by and large, I am going to be taking December off. I need a freaking break. Sheesh. I am proud of what I have accomplished this month, but I need to rest. Like, a lot. Ugh.
skye_writer: Cropped screencap of a very unamused Megara, from Disney's Hercules (1997). (oh gods)
Words (Written Today): 367

Words (Total as of Today): 16,768

Mood: Tired. As usual. As has been the fucking theme this month. Sigh...

Treat: I went and watched the new Doctor Who again and also read more Murderbot.

First Line (Written Today): If it was allowed, Flynn could at least give Crom some of the skills he’d need to survive the first few rounds of the initial Games.

Last Line (Written Today): “It may be a bad idea, but I haven’t got the heart to sit back and do nothing.”

“You know what?” Ram replied, looking back at the pair. “Neither do I.”

Favorite Line (Written Today): “I don’t care,” he said again. “I can’t—I can’t do nothing. So…” He turned to Crom and held out one hand. “I’m Flynn. It’s nice to meet you.”

Crom hesitated before finally putting his hand in Flynn’s. “Nice to meet you, too.” He glanced over his shoulder worriedly. “I—I hope this works.”

“Me too,” said Flynn. “We might be about to die here in a week or so, but… better to die beside a friend than among enemies, eh?” He grinned.

Crom managed to smile back. “Yes. Yes, that sounds good.”

Other Stuff: (backdated again, woohoo) I can't say I've got a lot to say about yesterday? This was another short session of writing, about 15 minutes again. I am gonna do one last push, and then I can take a flipping break. December is going to be Relax-O-Vision central for me. Oof.
skye_writer: Cropped cap of Mako Mori from Pacific Rim. (wistful mako)
Words (Written Today): 247

Words (Total as of Today): 16,401

Mood: Tired. As usual. (UGH.)

Treat: reading some more Murderbot.

First Line (Written Today): He looked down, his expression utterly dejected.

Last Line (Written Today): Flynn already knew his way around the longsword, it seemed, and there wasn’t much left to teach him besides the basics of the other major weapons.

Favorite Line (Written Today): [Crom] tried to smile as he looked up at them. “I’ll figure out something. It’s—it’s fine.”

“No, it’s—” Tron began, but Flynn was quicker.

“No,” he said fiercely. “It’s not fine, and you shouldn’t have to walk into the Games blindfolded because your sponsors couldn’t be bothered to help.”

Other Stuff: Another 15 minute writing session last night. (Backdating again...) Not too bad for that amount of time, but I can feel that I am on my last legs, writing-wise, for this month. I've got two more days to go to get that 30 day update badge, and then I can freaking REST. And that'll be NICE. But for now... slouching ever onward.
skye_writer: Jenna Coleman as Oswin in Doctor Who episode "Asylum of the Daleks." (oswin)
Words (Written Today): 362

Words (Total as of Today): 16,154

Mood: Very tired, as usual. (SIGH)

Treat: Watching the new Doctor Who special again!

First Line (Written Today): Tron frowned a little, his heart torn between two options.

Last Line (Written Today): “They’re supposed to be training you, though,” Flynn said, his brow furrowed in confusion. “That’s—that’s why they chose to sponsor you, to prepare you for the Games. If they don’t train you, they’re as good as leaving you for dead.”

Crom grimaced. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” he muttered.

Favorite Line (Written Today): They both needed to be at their best for Flynn, but leaving Crom to fend for himself seemed cruel, and Tron was starting to have enough of cruelty.

Other Stuff: (Backdating again) I wrote this in about 15 minutes when I realized I was taking too long to write my recap/review of the new Doctor Who episode. Not bad, honestly! I'm honestly kind of looking forward to the end of the month, though, so I don't Have To write every day anymore. I'll be writing in December, it just won't be nearly as often. And thank goodness for that.
skye_writer: Opal from Steven Universe on a blue purple bg with four purple hearts. (su opal)
Words (Written Today): 170

Words (Total as of Today): 15,792

Mood: Pretty damn tired.

Treat: Going to read more Murderbot!

First Line (Written Today): “Yes,” Crom replied shakily, “and I don’t know where they are.

Last Line (Written Today): We’re supposed to fight to the death, and I don’t want to die, but they won’t train me, either.

Favorite Line (Written Today): “They said I was hopeless, though,” Crom said again. “And they’re right--I’ve never held a sword in my life! I was an accountant for the greatest merchant family in Makintos before, I don’t know how to fight!” He spread his hands, his expression desperate. “I only thought--they told me in prison I was going to the Games, and I know how these sorts of things go. We’re supposed to fight to the death, and I don’t want to die, but they won’t train me, either.”

Other Stuff: (backdated again....) At this point, I'm not really going to be writing much every day anymore. I'm still aiming for that 30-day update streak badge on the NaNo site, so I will be writing every day until the 30th. I just won't be writing large amounts anymore. And that's okay! I don't want to burn myself out when December comes! So yeah.
skye_writer: Jenna Coleman as Oswin in Doctor Who episode "Asylum of the Daleks." (oswin)
Words (Written Today): 745

Words (Total as of Today): 15,622!!!!! \o/

Mood: pretty good!!!!

Treat: gonna watch the new Doctor Who again because WHY NOT.

First Line (Written Today): “Now what do we do with that information?”

Last Line (Written Today): “C-Crom,” he stammered back. “They—they told me I could probably figure things out on my own, I just—”

“Who told you?” Tron asked, his brow furrowing. “Your sponsors? Where are they?”

Favorite Line (Written Today): The man startled so badly that he dropped his sword, and when he turned and saw Tron, he immediately got on his knees and started apologizing as he tried to pick up the sword again.

“I’m sorry,” Tron said, offering him a hand. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“I didn’t mean to--I’m sorry,” the man repeated. He stared at Tron’s offered hand, then finally took it.

As Tron pulled him to his feet, he studied the man a bit closer. He had a round face that was splotchy with red, but the hollow in his cheeks spoke of a well-fed man who had missed more than a few meals of late. The hang of his clothes underneath the armor told the same tale, and Tron wondered for a moment what had pulled this man from such a comfortable existence.

Other Stuff: I met my goal I Met My Goal I MET MY GOAL!!!!!!!!!!! So that's definitely bringing the delight tonight!!! Now I have to meet my secondary goal of writing every day this month, which means 5 more days of updates here. But at least I don't have to go full bore on them, thank goodness. I need to start winding down my Writing All The Time mode anyway; I'm planning to have a much more sedate December. BUT I DID MEET MY GOAL FOR THIS MONTH. WOOHOO. \o/
skye_writer: Cropped cap of Peridot from Steven Universe, with a blank expression and stars for pupils. (peridot star eyes)
Words (Written Today): 444

Words (Total as of Today): 14,877

Mood: Tired. I got a holiday hangover, as it were. also a socializing hangover. (not a literal one, just... emotional spoons are low, as are the physical spoons)

Treat: Gonna go crawl under the heated blanket and read something or something else

First Line (Written Today): What had caused Flynn to change his approach to learning, Tron couldn’t guess.

Last Line (Written Today): “He’s done this before,” Ram said. “Has to have. He might not remember it, but--he has to have been a knight or a fighter or--something.”

“Agreed,” Tron replied.

Favorite Line (Written Today): What had caused Flynn to change his approach to learning, Tron couldn’t guess. Either their talk the evening before had awoken something in him, or something else had happened. He knew better than to think it was the result of one night’s prayer; he called upon the gifts the gods had given him, but he was not so naïve as to think they worked so directly. Something had lit an inner fire in Flynn, certainly, and he had been right: better to light one candle than curse the darkness.

Other Stuff: Another Big Day. Mostly family socializing today, the food's all done with, thank goodness. I am tired and I've got a headache nagging me, so I'm signing off.
skye_writer: Brown text on tan background: " 'D*mn!' said Carrot, a difficult linguistic feat." (d*mn)
Words (Written Today): 260

Words (Total as of Today): 14,433

Mood: [static noises]

Treat: Um. Food???

First Line (Written Today): Flynn nodded, and they walked over to Ram, who stood with one of the practice swords resting jauntily on his shoulder.

Last Line (Written Today): He made fewer comments as they spoke, instead nodding along to their explanations and asking questions when appropriate.

Favorite Line (Written Today): “Greetings and good morning, friends,” he called as they approached. “How’s the young novice?”

Flynn snorted. “I don’t feel that young,” he replied, “but I’ll grant you the novice part. What aches and pains will you be inflicting today?”

“A myriad of aches awaits, but you’ll thank me for them later, o novice.”

Other Stuff: It was a holiday yesterday. (huzzah for backdating.) I could not access my computer (had family using my "office" for its actual function, the guest bedroom), so I wrote this by hand, then typed it into GDocs to get a word count, then plugged that word count into the NaNo site. And then I ate a bunch of food and socialized and went to bed exhausted.
skye_writer: Cropped screencap of a very unamused Megara, from Disney's Hercules (1997). (oh gods)
Words (Written Today): 393

Words (Total as of Today): 14,173

Mood: [footage not found]

Treat: bed???????

First Line (Written Today): Flynn stayed quiet and untalkative through early morning rations, which Tron felt was to be expected.

Last Line (Written Today): “Let’s go get started for today, all right?”

Favorite Line (Written Today): It wasn’t until they were out in the yard itself that Flynn caught up to Tron and touched his shoulder. Tron turned, motioning for Ram to go on ahead. “What is it, Flynn?” he asked.

“I just wanted to thank you,” Flynn said, not quite meeting his eyes. “For what you did last night. It… it helped. So thank you.”

“Of course,” Tron replied. He held out his hand, and was glad when Flynn took it. “We didn’t mean to frighten you last night in the mess. I’ve always found it’s better to face a trial like this with the truth at hand. But I can understand how it might have all been a bit much for you. So I apologize for that.”

Flynn squeezed his hand, and actually smiled. “Better to light one candle than curse the darkness, right?”

Other Stuff: (Backdating again, whee!!!!) (it is Friday now) (a whole Holiday has happened) I cannot honestly recall a single thing about how I felt on Wednesday night, other than utterly exhausted. I baked a pie on Wednesday. And other things. It was exhausting. Oof.
skye_writer: Cropped cap of Peridot from Steven Universe, with a blank expression and stars for pupils. (peridot star eyes)
Words (Written Today): 186

Words (Total as of Today): 13,780

Mood: Very, very tired.

Treat: Watching some TV and going to bed.

First Line (Written Today): Let me guide him as you have guided me, he prayed, and show him that his life is worth fighting for.

Last Line (Written Today): Tron prayed until he too fell asleep, and when he woke, he was still holding Flynn’s hand.

Favorite Line (Written Today): With another silent prayer, he hoped Flynn’s sleep was dreamless, or at least that his dreams would bring him peace, and release him a little from the fear that had gripped his last waking hours this night. Peace was what he deserved, what they all deserved in this awful place. Peace and a hope for tomorrow.

Other Stuff: Backdating again!!! Whee. Yesterday was a busy day, and I didn't sit down to write until about 8pm?? So I wrote for a bare minimum 15 minutes, updated on the NaNo site, and went and relaxed. I am hoping to get more written today, but at least I kept my streak alive yesterday.
skye_writer: Jenna Coleman as Oswin in Doctor Who episode "Asylum of the Daleks." (oswin)
Words (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!!!
skye_writer: Cropped cap of Peridot from Steven Universe, with a blank expression and stars for pupils. (peridot star eyes)
Words (Written Today): 953

Words (Total as of Today): 12,756

Mood: I was So Tired last night. So. Fucking. Tired.

Treat: going to bed.

First Line (Written Today): Somehow or another, they made it to the end of the second week.

Last Line (Written Today): “He hasn’t got a choice but to fight,” Ram retorted. “And we haven’t got any other choice but to prepare him for it, whether he wants us or no.”

Favorite Line (Written Today): “Thank you for explaining,” Flynn said when Ram finished. “I—I didn’t know. I can’t believe--I should have known this, right?” He looked between them both, his expression both frightened and angry. “I should have. But it’s as though--as though someone wiped the stars from the sky inside my head.”

“Hey, it’s all right,” Tron said, leaning towards him. “It’ll come back to you in time.”

“I don’t know if it will, though,” Flynn said. “I don’t--I look inside my head and all I have is my name, and everything you two have tried to teach me. And that’s it. There’s nothing before. I remember being beaten, and I remember your faces, and--that’s it.”

“It’ll come back to you in time,” Tron repeated gently. “You’ve been well for only a week, Flynn. These things take time.”

“I know,” Flynn said, his shoulders slumping a little. “But if you’re both right, then… I haven’t got a whole lot of that left, have I?”

Other Stuff: Not sure there is much other stuff?? Yesterday--the whole weekend, really--was kind of busy. (Also yes, I'm backdating again. Whatever.) This week is only going to be busier, what with the holiday on Thursday. But I did manage to write yesterday. So there is that.
skye_writer: Cropped screencap of a very unamused Megara, from Disney's Hercules (1997). (oh gods)
Words (Written Today): 498

Words (Total as of Today): 11,803

Mood: okay (but tired) (as always, it seems....)

Treat: gonna have some Oreos and read more Murderbot or something...

First Line (Written Today): Ram and Flynn together managed about seven more repetitions of the exercise before the bell rang, signaling a change in activities.

Last Line (Written Today): Tron and Ram exchanged a glance and a grin, and Tron said, “We’re right behind you, Flynn.”

“As always,” Ram added.

Favorite Line (Written Today): His eyes were on Flynn as well, watching him weave a little as he walked, exhausted by the exercises he had just done. “The way he acts sometimes, it’s like he’s making himself out as weak on purpose.”

“Maybe,” Tron replied, “but I think it’s more likely he simply doesn’t remember any other way to be.”

“About that... do you really think he’s forgotten why he was arrested and sent here? Or is something else going on with that?”

Tron shrugged. “I couldn’t tell you if I wanted to,” he said, lowering his voice as they passed the guards at the doors into the arena. “I didn’t see anything to indicate... outside tampering, but you know I’m very limited with these.” He lifted his shackled wrists. “Whatever the case... he doesn’t even know his family name, Ram. Something happened to him, certainly, but I don’t think we’ll ever find out what. And it’s possible he doesn’t even want to remember.”

Other Stuff: Have had a very busy day and am (as usual) really freaking tired. I think I'm gonna go relax about it. I am pleased to have written at all today, to be honest, because I wasn't sure I was gonna have to energy/motivation to do anything. And I'm very glad to be well ahead of where I need to be.
skye_writer: Cropped cap of Tron in the film TRON: Legacy. (legacy tron)
Words (Written Today): 624

Words (Total as of Today): 11,305

Mood: Tired. Still. Forever.

Treat: Going to go read more Murderbot (there is always more Murderbot).

First Line (Written Today): “Let’s see you do it one more time,” Ram said from the sidelines of the practice court.

Last Line (Written Today): Flynn slurped up the rest of the water, then dropped the ladle back in the bucket. Ram put his arm around the man’s shoulders, and they went back into the yard, while Tron stood on the sidelines to tell them what to do.

Favorite Line (Written Today): They took turns with the water, passing the deep ladle back and forth. The water was only a little cool, having sat out in the warm yard all morning, but it was refreshing after the work they’d been doing. “I’ll give the Emperor this,” Tron said as he handed the ladle back to Flynn, “at least the water we get is clean.”

“Blessings great and small, all from our beloved Emperor.” Ram raised an imaginary glass and grinned, but Tron heard the irony in his tone. “At least while we’re imprisoned, we won’t get cholera!”

Other Stuff: I've been doing a thing the last week or so, where I roll 4d20 and round it up to the nearest 5 (so a 24 would become 25; a 58 would be 60), and then write for that number of minutes. My number today was 50, and I set my focus app for 50 minutes, but then spent about 20 minutes trying to figure out where to begin. So that was a little frustrating, though I'm glad I got back into the rhythm of things eventually. I didn't want to hit a block when I've been doing so well. I've thought about writing more tonight, but I don't think that's actually going to happen, so here we are. (I really wish I knew why I was so tired all the time again...)
skye_writer: Cropped screencap of a very unamused Megara, from Disney's Hercules (1997). (oh gods)
Words (Written Today): 328

Words (Total as of Today): 10,681

Mood: this whole "being tired all the time, no matter what" is really dragging me down, I gotta say...

Treat: reading yet more Murderbot?

First Line (Written Today): The days following Flynn’s awakening were spent in helping him get his strength back

Last Line (Written Today): “Here’s hoping,” Tron muttered back.

Favorite Line (Written Today): Their efforts had to wait a half day after Tron repaired Flynn’s cracked ribs, a process that took nearly two hours. Tron had done such work before, and much more quickly, but Flynn fought him without meaning to, and fought against Ram holding him in place. (It was as if, Tron thought, he had never been healed before in his life, another oddity that he had no time to ponder.) When the healing was done, they all were sweating, and Flynn flopped back on the infirmary bed, exhausted. He apologized for what might have been the hundredth time, and fell asleep almost at once.

Other Stuff: Everything kind of added up against me yesterday. (Yes, we're backdating once again! Whatever!!) I had physical therapy for my back, which was a little tiring, and this ongoing "tired all the time" thing is really not helping. I meant to write more than I did, but I couldn't figure out how to start the next scene at all, so I just... didn't. I'm hoping I can get more written soon, though. And honestly, this wasn't even my lowest wordcount of the month, and I'm well ahead of where I need to be, so it doesn't matter if I have an off day or two.
skye_writer: Cropped cap of Rey from Star Wars, looking down and to the left while smiling. (rey of sunshine)
Words (Written Today): 910

Words (Total as of Today): 10,353

Mood: Tired but pleased

Treat: Reading more Murderbot, watching some TV.

First Line (Written Today): The next six days passed in a jumble.

Last Line (Written Today): Even if such a thing had happened, there was little Tron could do about it. Reversing enchantments such as that was not in the purview of healing magic, and was locked away from him along with the rest of his magic.

Favorite Line (Written Today): “It’s a good thing you’re awake,” [Ram] said, stepping back to finish winding the bandages off Flynn’s torso. “They were going to send you away if you didn’t improve.”

Flynn shook his head. “I don’t feel improved,” he said slowly. “I feel like--like something big knocked me over. And then stepped on me. Especially here--” He reached for the left side of his chest, then winced, hissing air through his teeth.

“Careful, there.” Tron moved his hand away from the injured area. “Your ribs are cracked; it’s best not to touch them until I’ve had a chance to heal them.”

Ram had rolled up the last of the bandages, and Flynn leaned back, reclining on his elbows. He looked up at Tron. “I’ll take your word for it you’re a healer. But what in the name of--someone--happened to me? Why am I here?”

Other Stuff: Whee, more backdating. (also thank goodness for backdating.) I mostly didn't post this last night because I thought I might write some more, but then ended up not, and by then it was late and all I wanted to do was get to bed. Very happy with my progress yesterday, though. Especially since I broke 10k on this story!!!! *does a little dance* At the rate I'm going, it's looking likely I'll hit my 15k goal before Thanksgiving next Thursday. I do plan to keep writing after that though; I want that 30 day streak badge on the NaNo site, and I'm halfway there to getting it!
skye_writer: Cropped screencap of a very unamused Megara, from Disney's Hercules (1997). (oh gods)
Words (Written Today): 1066

Words (Total as of Today): 9443

Mood: I was, as is becoming usual, very tired.

Treat: reading some more Murderbot and going to bed.

First Line (Written Today): Still pulling from that imaginary ball of golden wool, Tron created a gossamer-thin string of magic, which he tied into an equally light net.

Last Line (Written Today): Time would certainly tell, and with any luck, they’d have Flynn on his feet and fighting soon.

Favorite Line (Written Today): They walked past the common area of the barracks to their bunks, and were greeted by the shouts of their fellow prisoners. A few of them joked about Flynn, ribbing them both for making what was clearly the worst selection. Tron ignored this and went to his bunk; Ram turned and said, “Well, someone was going to be stuck with him, like it or not.”

“Seems like you really wanted to be stuck with him,” one of the prisoners jeered back, laughing.

Tron heard Ram chuckle. “We’ll see who laughs when the Games open, shall we?”

Other Stuff: backdating again, because I again was too tired to put this together last night!! whee!! constant fatigue is FUN!!!! /sarcasm Seriously though, I have no idea where this fatigue is coming from or why (I had actually spent the last few weeks of October feeling fine! what the fuck!!). But I am still getting my writing done, which I guess is all that matters. The 14-day streak badge is mine; let's plow on to 21 days in a row!!
skye_writer: Black text on white background with gray snowflakes: "I'm declaring an emotional snow day." (emotional snow day)
Words (Written Today): 438

Words (Total as of Today): 8377

Mood: tired. again. some more. forever. also a headache.

Treat: um. sleep??

First Line (Written Today): The healer’s eyes narrowed as he looked from Ram to Tron suspiciously.

Last Line (Written Today): He did not close his eyes as he reached for his magic, for he had done this spell dozens of times and knew his method by heart.

Favorite Line (Written Today): “So what’s first?” Ram asked, his arms folded. “Do you want me to get something for his bruises?”

“Not just yet,” Tron answered. He glanced at Ram, half-smiling. “I forgot, you know a little about healing, don’t you?”

Ram nodded. “As much as I could get the odd hedge-witch to teach me back home. Back when I was actually able to help people. Instead of...” He shook his head. “I’ll get something for the bruises anyway. He’s going to need it, one way or another.”

“Thank you,” Tron said as Ram walked away. He watched him go for a moment, then turned back to Flynn.

Other Stuff: It has been a weird day for me. Still feeling tired, and feeling a little undermotivated today, too. It's a little frustrating, but I'm glad I was able to get some words down regardless. I don't think this killer headache I've had all afternoon has helped. Oof. I think now I just want to... sleep. Or something. Ugh. Yay for writing, though!! Two week streak is within reach!!
skye_writer: Cropped screencap of a very unamused Megara, from Disney's Hercules (1997). (oh gods)
Words (Written Today): 769

Words (Total as of Today): 7939

Mood: Tired. Kinda meh.

Treat: see my issue here is I just don't know what to treat myself with, and so I inevitably end up not treating myself at all........ sigh.

First Line (Written Today): It wasn’t hard to find it among the gaping absence of his other magic, all locked away by the engraved shackles on his wrists.

Last Line (Written Today): Tron and Ram lowered Flynn onto the bed. “He’s one of the new recruits,” Ram said. “He arrived this way.”

Favorite Line (Written Today): In his mind’s eye, it looked like a piece of wool no bigger than his fist, fuzzy around the edges but still strong. He imagined pulling a few bits of it free, as a spinner might from their carded wool, working it into a fine thread that he tied back on itself, creating a small ring of healing magic. He laid his hands on the unconscious man and let the imagined ring pass from his body to the other, directing it to alleviate the man’s pain and exhaustion, and bring him slowly to the waking world.

He opened his eyes. The bruises that covered the man’s body seemed only slightly better, still covering his skin in a patchwork of black and blue, but he shifted under Tron’s hands, and a few moments later, his eyes fluttered open.

His eyes were [gray], and darted between Tron and Ram rapidly. Then he closed them, and groaned deeply. “Where... where am I?” he asked, his voice slightly raspy.

Ram glanced over at the barracks door; Tron followed his gaze, and was unsurprised to see one of the guards peering at them through the grate. Ram looked back down at the man. “You’re a guest,” he said softly, “of the Emperor Chesst. You’re in the Emperor’s Arena, in the Fostian Badlands. You’re going to play in the Games for the pleasure of the Emperor and his court.”

Other Stuff: Not a busy day, but tiring nonetheless, somehow? I don't even know at this point. I'm getting kind of tired of being tired all the time (nothing new for me, but still). Glad I managed to get some writing in, though. Just a couple days away from two weeks straight of writing!!

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