531 words tonight, a few more earlier in the week.
Jace has now met Quin, the butler.
Butlers in space. Who’d’a thunk?
Anyway. There was writing, I got words, and if I seem to me to be drifting a bit off track, I am acknowledging that this is first draft, and first draft always sucks to some degree.
I will joyfully embrace the revision when Help Wanted is done.
How are your words coming?