My Own Personal Grey

ProgNote: REVENANT November 26


From the WiP:

The room was clean, if sparsely furnished, and we settled into a pair of couches that sat at right angles near the back, overlooking the small garden through tall, Moorish arches. The heat of the day reflected off the stone wall that held back the hillside and the house above to flood the room with the scent of orange trees, jasmine, and bougainvillea. It might have seemed romantic and pleasant if I hadn’t been exhausted, bloodied, and dizzy with weakness.

So… today’s progress not as impressive as yesterday’s but still on track, so long as the Thanksgiving celebration doesn’t get out of line.

Total new words today: 1,442, making the NaNoCount 45,193

Total Manuscript words: 62,241