Midnight’s Heir [draft #5]
yearly words: 26,239
current music: (movie on in background)
opening line: Her knees knocked together despite her position on the sofa.
closing line: His ebony eyes narrowed into slits. “If I was home right now, I’d beat him up myself.”
reason for stopping: end of chapter
favorite phrase: She hadn’t known time could be so lethargic.
left to write: oh, so much to edit!
commentary: I don’t like the beginning of this story now. I’m going to do to it basically what I did to Midnight several years ago: chop off so much of the beginning and just start over from scratch.