Word Count Wednesday

Happy Wednesday Everyone

Today is Word Count Wednesday. I've been working so many hours on other things that the third book in the Rough Hewn Trilogy, Return to Kilmservy Village, is still sitting at 18,335 words. This, after I deleted a chapter and half of another. They simply were not working for me and so I cut them out. I'm certain there will be more of that along the way. For now, I'm comfortable with the direction of the final Rough Hewn book. Of course, these words will receive a once-over (and over and over, perhaps) from a brilliant editor, yet to be named, before it is published.

Here is a snippet from book three.

Raymond sat in the passenger seat while Gabriel steered the bus out of town. “If you had told me one week ago that the lot of us would be heading to the beach in a fine bus like this one, I would've said you were dreaming.” He watched through the window as the village where he grew up shrank away in the rectangular side mirror. He thought of his and Charlotte's plans to see their own child enter the world in that disappearing village.

“I wish we could've done it under different circumstances, Ray.” Gabriel looked at the clock on the dash. It glowed 10:05AM, much later than he intended to get on the road but he knew it couldn't be helped. It meant they would arrive well after dark at the beach house. “We’ll be late getting in down there Ray. I still think it'll be better to drive straight through rather than stop and move Carrie into a motel. I suppose we could stay in a campground somewhere along the way. What do you think?”

Raymond looked at the clock. “There are plenty of spots for us to lay down back there if you want to stop at a campground but I think driving straight through would be better. Really, it's up to you. I can help drive if you get tired.”

“We’ll just go till we get there. It's only about twelve hours, give or take an hour. I’ll be fine for that length of time but I’ll let you know if I need a break.” Gabriel reached back and pulled the armrest on his seat down.

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I have the night free of other work but instead of working on Rough Hewn, I will be writing the ending to the short story that I started in late January. It is a paranormal story with a bit of humor thrown into the mix. I'm calling it Ziggy Returns. The word count on it stands at 10,448. I expect to wrap it up around 20,000 words.

Here we have Ziggy and Minna interacting after an avoidable accident.

Minna's gaze fixed on the hand. His forefinger looked like ground sausage, the blood still pouring out from around the shredded meat and splintered bone. "I'd have to agree with you. It's not good at all. Come on and get in the truck. I'll take you to the emergency room."

"No, no, I'm not going to the hospital." He rolled his arm over and rested his hand on the butt of the pistol in front of him. "Go in there and get me one of those panty liner things you use and wrap it up for me."

"What?" Minna tried to hide the giggle threatening to escape her throat. "You have to go to the hospital. You can't just wrap this up and expect it to heal especially with one of those." She watched as his eyes began to glaze over. "I think you need to get down on the floor there before you fall out of that chair, Ziggy." She grabbed a cushion from the sofa in the living room and dropped it on the floor beside the table. "Get down there." She urged.

 

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Until next time ~ Keep smiling & reaching for your star
 

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