Yesterday I might as well have been trying to write with my fingers stapled to the desk, but today went much better. Killed one character, have another suffering the tortures of the forsaken, and Talyn has to face her father with bruises and bite marks she desperately doesn’t want to explain. I got my words, the story is moving forward again, and — true test of how well everything is going — I already know where I’m headed tomorrow.
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