ok, so I just got up to 90,080 words, and I got really excited, thought to tell the absolutely no one who reads this damn blog. I am in part three, which as I suspected is beginning like a breeze, comparitively to part 2 which was just too heavy. These last 10,000 words were written in just over a week, and I plan on doubling that progress. YAY! go me.
EJ.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
79,000
SO, chapter 17, page 329, word count 79,012. Not bad, not bad. I don't know much is left on chapter 17, its a pretty choppy chapter. But then I am on to chapter 18, the last for part 2. Once part 3 starts everything is going to be a lot easier, I am sure of it. We get to write about the war. About the people in the war. What they're doing and who gets to die. YAY!
I have set myself the goal of 90,000 by next friday. I m pretty sure that it is a achievable goal. it's less than 2,000 words a day. I should be fine.
Wish me luck.
I have set myself the goal of 90,000 by next friday. I m pretty sure that it is a achievable goal. it's less than 2,000 words a day. I should be fine.
Wish me luck.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
IN MORIBUND
She walked among them for a time,
Twisted limbs and blinded eyes,
Reminder of the days long past
When men and women stood aghast
To the view the world as one was taught
The wars in which the soldiers fought
In frail misunderstanding
She moved along to solitude
Her appearance more than destitute,
A pilgrimage of damaged faith
The scars so thick upon her face,
She held but one pugnacious thought
regarding what the world had taught
In mild condescension
She gathered soon a following
Blind as well, but differently
They fell in step and marched behind
The cattle drawn to suicide
While she ahead, would still say naught
The path she walked was so fraught
In chains of apprehension
She governed now a largish town
In her silence wisdom found
The blood of many upon the ground
The men she killed made not a sound
But all who fell had one last thought
Remembering what the world had taught
In misinterpretation
She fell eventually to her rage
With no one left to dig her grave
While blinded eyes still saw no wrong
And twisted limbs were twice as strong
She cried out what she had been taught
From a world in which wars were fought
For naught more than an absent thought
In human understanding
Twisted limbs and blinded eyes,
Reminder of the days long past
When men and women stood aghast
To the view the world as one was taught
The wars in which the soldiers fought
In frail misunderstanding
She moved along to solitude
Her appearance more than destitute,
A pilgrimage of damaged faith
The scars so thick upon her face,
She held but one pugnacious thought
regarding what the world had taught
In mild condescension
She gathered soon a following
Blind as well, but differently
They fell in step and marched behind
The cattle drawn to suicide
While she ahead, would still say naught
The path she walked was so fraught
In chains of apprehension
She governed now a largish town
In her silence wisdom found
The blood of many upon the ground
The men she killed made not a sound
But all who fell had one last thought
Remembering what the world had taught
In misinterpretation
She fell eventually to her rage
With no one left to dig her grave
While blinded eyes still saw no wrong
And twisted limbs were twice as strong
She cried out what she had been taught
From a world in which wars were fought
For naught more than an absent thought
In human understanding
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