So I’m on day 19 of writing The Rebel’s Bride and I’ve reached the midpoint of my word count goal. Sadly I’m about 2 scenes from the midpoint of the story. Since most of my scenes are anywhere from 2,000 words to 4,000, I think this book is going to be a little longer then I planned. Oh well…
After finishing my first writing session at 1,957 words, I headed home to have a lunch with hubby. The plan was to go back for a second writing session after, but there was some other business that I had to do that involved kids and Christmas. It took far longer then I thought it would, and during that time I was chatting with another writer and we got to talking about estate planning for authors (outside link). So tonight I’ll be reading through these articles and making a list of what I need to accomplish.
Total Word Count for Today: 1,957
Total Book Word Count: 37,318
Disclaimer: These snippets are unedited and might be entirely different in the final version.
“The forests are filled with Angeloi patrols looking for the Lady Laramina Farlon,” Cynel said, not giving Peloti the curtsey of respect due his leader. What little he’d had for the man was gone now?
Peloti frowned at him. “How is the Lady doing?”
Cynel shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. “I can’t say. I’ve been gone for three days training the recruits. Your…kind escort didn’t allow me to check on her.”
Kiptal rested his hand on Cynel’s bicep, a sign for silence.
Cynel bowed his head low, throwing one last dig at Peloti, respect for his friend. “As you wish, my Lord Kiptal.”
Peloti frowned, glancing between the two men.
“Cynel will answer no more of your questions. War Commander.”
“He will answer my questions!” Peloti stomped toward them. “Even if I have to tear them from his flesh!”
Kiptal intercepted the man, facing him head on. “He won’t speak again and as of now, he has permission to protect himself by any means necessary. Now tell me why you detained my servant and had his weapons taken from him.”
“I didn’t have his weapons taken from him,” Peloti protested, unable to retain eye contact with any of them. “I merely had him brought to me. I needed to know what was happening along the border.”
“You don’t lie well, Peloti. And I know you had his weapons taken because I’ve never seen Cynel without his father’s dagger in all the years I’ve known him. He sleeps with the damned thing close at hand. I’ve also never known him to lie, so if I ask him what happened to his dagger, is he going to tell me that he decided to part with it for the first time in twenty-two years?”
“Fine! I had them remove all weapons from his person.”
Kiptal snorted. “Why?”
“Because I wasn’t sure how he would react when Lady Laramina is removed from his tent.”