Clarion West Writeathon, Day Five
Jun. 24th, 2010 10:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aithneYesterday and today there have been about 3000 words; last night was one of my nights off, since it was TV night and I cannot write while there is Dr. Who. But! Progress! Chapter almost slain! (Might actually be slain; I think I charged right past the break point about 750 words ago. I'll check it tomorrow.)
Accomplished: my assassin protagonist actually kills someone for the first time since Chapter 1 (*facepalm*), and the plans of Iblis are partially revealed.
Excerpt from tonight:
They sat together at the edge of the spring, and Amin worked his way around a low wall and lay in the scant shade of it. He could hear them speaking. Unfortunately, they used one of the barbarian tongues, and one that Amin did not understand. The thin one occasionally dropped into a civilized tongue, though, and from him and from Basra’s replies Amin thought he could make out that this was a planning session of some sort.
Was it possible that Basra was the one working with the jinn, not Naim?
Mulling this, he listened and watched an ant scurry back and forth not a handspan from his nose. The creature was rather beautiful, really, its red carapace almost translucent and its scuttling little legs always in motion to some purpose. It was in moments like this that Amin found himself grateful for Allah’s attention to detail. Why make an ant lovely, if not for the fact that beauty itself was praise for the Creator of All Things?
Accomplished: my assassin protagonist actually kills someone for the first time since Chapter 1 (*facepalm*), and the plans of Iblis are partially revealed.
Excerpt from tonight:
They sat together at the edge of the spring, and Amin worked his way around a low wall and lay in the scant shade of it. He could hear them speaking. Unfortunately, they used one of the barbarian tongues, and one that Amin did not understand. The thin one occasionally dropped into a civilized tongue, though, and from him and from Basra’s replies Amin thought he could make out that this was a planning session of some sort.
Was it possible that Basra was the one working with the jinn, not Naim?
Mulling this, he listened and watched an ant scurry back and forth not a handspan from his nose. The creature was rather beautiful, really, its red carapace almost translucent and its scuttling little legs always in motion to some purpose. It was in moments like this that Amin found himself grateful for Allah’s attention to detail. Why make an ant lovely, if not for the fact that beauty itself was praise for the Creator of All Things?
