Every day when I start writing I think “What am I doing? I don’t have enough ideas!” And then I actually get going and I end up with my goal before the night is over. It’s a weird year for writing, but by golly I’m writing! Today’s excerpt is from a story currently titled Old Master Machinist.
Word Count: 1771
Every day when she passed the archway into the machinist’s district, Selene ran her organic hand over the scratches from a rogue automaton. It was the only structure left that bore any markings from Mustafa’s experiment going wrong. It was a reminder of the work he’d done, and the work they continued after scapegoating him. Magic and machines could mix easily, but Mustafa, the old master machinist, would never receive the credit owed to him.