No post yesterday because I was busy watching the Supernatural finale. But I managed words! And today I’m managing words, and I’m not quite done! But I’m making a post before I hit midnight. Today’s excerpt is from Old Master Machinist.
Word Count: 1575 (so far)
Then, to Selene’s horror, her mechanical arm moved of its own accord and latched onto Nulu’s arm. Then, her mechanical leg took a step without her prompting it to, and she sucked in a gasp. “N-Nulu, this isn’t–”
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.