Today, she gets even.
In my quest to make my heroine the kick-butt hero of her own story, yesterday she took a really nasty situation in hand (with a cast-iron skillet, no less) and went one on one with a monster. Then, with the trophies of her monster-bashing stowed neatly away—but her prize ripped from her just as she was about to win the day—she went all McGyver and rigged up some pretty snazzy gimcracks to save herself from certain death.
Today, she’s going to go after the folks who stole her prize—and her chance of saving her village, her family, and her friends—away from her. She’s angry, she’s focused, and she’s more ready than she knows.
And I’m having a wonderful time. I got a bit ahead on the page count, I wrote a handful of new scenes that have really opened up the story and Genna’s character, and, in spite of the fact that I didn’t finish last night’s writing until 4 AM, and I’m unbelievably tired, I’m ready to go again.
Onward, following the lead of my ferocious young heroine-in-the-making.