Thoughts & Reflection

So, for anyone paying attention you'll notice that I've missed more of my deadlines than I have made at this point - and I've not posted anything for about two weeks. I recently took on some new responsiblities at work and this has caused an evaporation of the majority of my idle time. I think I'm going to have to reconsider how I am doing this.

Day 9 - Missed Deadline

Today consisted of a family reunion / 70th Birthday party and driving approx 3hrs home.  Good times were had, but no writing got done.

Day 8 - Missed Deadline

Today consisted of working and driving approx 3hrs to a family reunion / 70th Birthday party.  Good times were had, but no writing got done.

Day 7 - Scuffle at The Stag

     Swords flashed and flickered as The Stag was swallowed up in the chaos of combat.  Bursts of magic and blaster fire illuminated the haze of dust and debris, violent bolts of energy flying every direction.  Ahnuil kept low using the bar for cover, she crept forward tracking her target by smell alone.  She could hear Gren's distinctive voice off to her left, it sounded as if things were going well even if she had lost focus of their goal again.  A large Orc lumbered into view a grin crossing it's flat face as it spotted Ahnuil.

     "I always wanted a snake skin bag." It hefted a large axe, slapping the flat of the blade against the plam of an open hand.

     "You're going to have to wait a little longer, no-nose." Standing to full height Ahnuil lifted the point of her sword assuming a defensive posture.

     The Orc let out a gutteral yowl and charged, its first swing knocked Ahnuil's sword clear before swinging back around to come down at her shoulder.  Ahnuil side stepped the blow, feinted a slash at the Orc's midsection, and followed that up with a lunge as she attempted to skewer the Orc right through its middle.  The Orc 

Day 6 - On Hiatus

I wrote a thing for Day 6, and on time, however I didn't get to finish it, and posting it unfinished is really bothering me, so, I'm going to post this here in stead.  I'm going to move what I wrote for Day 6 onto Day 7, and keep going from there.

Day 5 - Missed Deadline

Missed this deadline, again for no real good reasons other than not making it a priority.  I kind of feel like I'm missing the point by just saying "Oops, missed that one."  I'm thinking about doing "make up posts" or something like that.  I'll think about it some more before making any decisions.

In the mean time: just keep swimming, just keep swimming.

Day 4 - Return to Valkana

     The bar was dirty.  One might expect that from the stuttering, sparking, off red neon sign hung above the door that read 'The Stag'.  Down a flight of steps from street level and past piles of some sort of acrid refuse the pair pushed through the rust pitted door and into one of the oldest establishments in Nestora.  Ahnuil's grey blue scales and Gren's red hair set them apart from the everything else, two vibrant splashes of color amidst the dingy and mildewed walls.
     As the tall one of the pair, it was Ahnuil's job to be the eyes of the operation.  The Saurian scrutinized her surroundings, searching for their target.  Spotting their quarry she tapped Gren on the shoulder and pointed, trying to speak over the noise that passed for music in this place would have been pointless. Gren's role was much more straight forward, it was how she got her name after all.


Writing Time: 30 minutes