A somewhat weak showing on the wordcount front tonight, but better than I've managed for the past 4 days or so. Things are started to fall into place nicely, and I stopped tonight right at a nice scary scene (see quote below).

Boss and Whit are getting along better and better. Pumpking is still not happy. Go figure.

And now, sleep. Later!

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"Workbook," "Bob Mould," "Black Sheets of Rain," Bob Mould

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More zombie stories!

Today's Words:
1,640

Novel Words:
12,117

Today's Quote:
His breath froze in his lungs, making them burn immediately until he exhaled out his nose and sucked in more through his mouth. At the same time, he could almost see the water all around him, as if he’d been encased in ice and the water was solid. The sense of panicked dread from his previous dives dropped onto him and filled him. He could barely move to kick his way out of the cold spot, so he allowed himself to sink.

As he dropped, Mitch focused on his breathing. In. Out. In. Slowly. Don’t spook yourself again, he commanded himself. You’re in charge of this dive, damn it. In. Out. In.

In counterpoint to his attempts at breathing slowly came the distant thumping of what could only be cannons. Underwater. And they were drawing closer.