Log #466

Word Count: 530

Level Achieved: Easy

Project: DragonFriend (DF)

Summary: I… Squeezed in a short part of a scene with Hagan trailing unicorn hunters in between episodes of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. Go figure I’d be empty of ideas the whole day and then come up with a scene idea on the drive home.

#NullaDiesSineLinea: Only one type of person could waltz through the woods with the slender form and lithe movements of a nymph and yet scan the surrounding trees with the cold, hard eyes of an assassin: unicorn hunters.

Editing: None.

Log #465

Word Count: 1145

Level Achieved: Normal

Project: Second Unit Reviews (SUR)

Summary: I… needed a mental health day. I just could not bring myself to work on DF today, so I read today’s and next week’s books for my Obscure Books From Childhood blog series and wrote those. Yes, that means I’m behind, but I just needed a day to clean and read and even broke out Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic on my original Xbox because I just had a hankering for something familiar and I’ve actually never played through the game as a male (my two previous play-throughs were as a female) so this could be interesting. My male is named Nestor which means “returner, homecomer” in Greek… which I thought appropriate.

#NullaDiesSineLinea: You can read today’s #OBFC entry HERE on Second Unit Reviews.

Editing: None.

Log #464

Word Count: 645

Level Achieved: Easy

Project: N/A

Summary: Brain is shot. Didn’t get anything written in the morning and when that happens, I seem to not have enough energy/focus in the evening to write. So I just babbled for a while about writing during Covid which may turn into a Cat’s Cradle entry at some point.

#NullaDiesSineLinea: N/A

Editing: None.

Log #463

Word Count: 1065

Level Achieved: Normal

Project: DragonFriend (DF)

Summary: Continued the scene with Hagan and the pegasi. Had a good start this morning, but had to stop because errands. Got home and got distracted and thus did not get anything more done. So now I’m going to be about 2000 words behind again… but if I can’t catch up fully tomorrow, then I should be able to Thursday since I took Thursdays off work this month. 

#NullaDiesSineLinea: When the mixture was ready and infused with magic, Hagan motioned Bright Star closer and smeared the potion on each hoof and hock. “That tickles!” snorted Bright Star as he tried not to dance in place.

Editing: None.

Log #462

Word Count: 3350

Level Achieved: Legendary

Project: DragonFriend (DF)

Summary: Got up a little earlier today and got off to a good start. I’m almost completely caught up to where I should be. I’ll need an extra 600 or so words to add to tomorrow’s usual count, but I should be back on track. First half of the day writing about what Sylla told Hagan about dragons and their hierarchies. Took a break for a walk, food, and got distracted by reading the second book of The Faded Sun Trilogy by C.J. Cherryh. One of those alien minds you have to tear yourself out of so you’re left reeling and wondering what you even are. Finally got a second wind in the evening and wrote about Hagan’s encounter with the pegasus Morning Star and her crippled colt.

#NullaDiesSineLinea: The bay colt kept trying to come up to them, but the foals would jeer and kick and run away, or flap their wings in his face. The silver-winged pegasus whinnied and the colt trotted out of the herd to her side. She draped one wing over him, nickering gently.

Editing: None.

Log #461

Word Count: 3305

Level Achieved: Legendary

Project: DragonFriend (DF)

Summary: Bloody hell. Slept in because I just felt wretched so I didn’t get started writing until 10:30am. (Apparently chronic stress can create a persistent low-level fever which doesn’t register on a thermometer. A psychogenic fever. Which pretty much explains my adult life.) Proud to say that I did stay more or less on task until about 3 or 4pm and had to just stop because I was so sick of writing. Read the first book of The Faded Sun Trilogy by C.J. Cherryh, then returned with a cup of mint tea to write another page. I’ll be about 4,000 words behind tomorrow, but if I can get another Legendary day in, I’ll be in much better shape. All writing today was about Hagan and some of the events in his wizard school Ensorcell.

#NullaDiesSineLinea: Ensorcell was an amoral place of learning… Anything from herb-raising to necromancy could be studied and was taught. It seemed important to the teachers, including Hagan’s mentor Durick, that the students at least be exposed to all of these different types of magic.

Editing: None.

Log #460

Word Count: 755

Level Achieved: Easy

Project: DragonFriend (DF)

Summary: End of the week. So tired. Had nightmares last night and this morning. Going to try to buckle down and either do a massive sweep of writing or nibble in bits regularly throughout the day. So much other crap to do too though… Ugh. This was a short snippet of Hagan and Rist in class.

#NullaDiesSineLinea: 

“So what kind of magic are you interested in, Lord Rist? Surely something far above us mere peasants.”

 

Rist glared, but [took] the offered chance to brag. “I am a practitioner of High Magick. With a ‘k’.”

 

Hagan nodded solemnly. “Can’t forget the K,” he agreed.

Editing: None.

Log #459

Word Count: 700

Level Achieved: Easy

Project: DragonFriend (DF)

Summary: Got a little bit more done with Hagan gathering kitchenware, but little else. Very far behind, but hoping to catch up this weekend. Maybe.

#NullaDiesSineLinea: The advantage Hagan had over many of the other wizard students was that he had skills to trade… Rist might be ahead of him in translating ancient runes or more advanced in mathematics, but Hagan knew how to cook, clean, darn, mend, and smelt.

Editing: None.

Log #458

Word Count: 2113

Level Achieved: Legendary

Project: DragonFriend (DF); Second Unit Reviews (SUR)

Summary: Hoped to get more done today, but did decently enough. Still behind, but I’ll try to catch up this weekend. Got a chuck done with Hagan going down to the wizard school’s kitchens and finding an enslaved fae… Wrapped up the night with my weekly SUR entry.

#NullaDiesSineLinea: Hagan was tired of the bland fare that the wizards served for their meals. Everything was a variation of indefinable slop. Sometimes it was hardened into a bread-shape, sometimes it was vaguely meat-shaped, but most often it was slop-shaped.

Editing: None.

Log #457

Word Count: 555

Level Achieved: Easy

Project: DragonFriend (DF)

Summary: Slept in, so tired. Managed to bang out a little bit more from Webwing’s POV. Fortunately I have off work tomorrow so maybe I can catch up and get back on track.

#NullaDiesSineLinea: It looked like they had gathered the clan. Good. That meant Webwing would only need to tell her story once… and then they had to escape before the hunters arrived.

Editing: None.