The Dead Earth
Book One: The Stolen Sun
Chapter One: The City at Twilight
Sometimes, when the dust thinned and the light of the faded silver sun came up, priests of Idoran’s dying ab-god, Marl, would leave the temple and raid the city for food.
I've written quite a bit of fiction in the past (I've even brushed up against publication on a couple of occasions) and i know that the clunker above, if not the entire beginning I'm writing now, will almost certainly be replaced before I'm done, but I thought I'd share it anyway.
Good luck to everyone else who's giving this a shot. As for me I have Robert Britan's excellent punctuation guide; a handful of grammar books; and a bunch of random text books in which to dig for inspiration. Surely, if Moorcock can do it in three days, we can do it in thirty.
I'm at 600 words, right now. Wish me luck.
Kudos to you, good sir. And good luck this month. We'll see you on the other side.
ReplyDeleteThanks! I just finished for today at 1555 words. which is about 6 pages. Hell, after graduate school 6 pages in a day is virtually nothing, especially when I don't have to check my citations every five minutes.
ReplyDeleteActually i closed out at 1731 words.
ReplyDeleteWill you be posting the end product Aos? I hope so.
ReplyDeletewe'll see. :)
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