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  • Hannah SteenbockOPM
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    27 months ago

    Day 15 of NaNoWriMo, and I wrote 2k words. That actually feels good, and they flowed well.

    I’m at a very tense moment in the story - Fred believes that Mark is most likely dead. (I will relieve that tension soon enough, and then they’ll move into rescue and finally showdown mode.)

    I’m also almost ready to commission the cover. Looked up the designer, and she’s still there and taking orders. Unfortunately, I need to write a description for the book to go on the back cover. At least I know what I want on the front.

    And don’t laugh, but I also need to decide how Fred and Mark actually look. I have a sense of them, but no visual. Fred has German ancestors, so brunette and “normal”, but I might give Mark some PoC ancestors for a change. I don’t think he’s Black, I never got that vibe, but at least something. I’ll tell the designer, and she’ll do something great with it.

    Have some Fred. (Alex is in Wolf shape.)


    These goons had killed Mark. I had to face that brutal fact, because Luka had admitted that those were their orders.

    The rage I felt at that thought was frightening. Right now, I was ready to tear out their throats with my bare hands. If they had killed Mark, they did not deserve to live. And I would find Frank next and do the same to him.

    I heard a car pull into the yard and hissed. I also heard Alex’s nails click on the floor as he jumped to his feet.

    “Sit,” Luka whispered, and I hid a laugh.

    Alex would definitely not listen to his former friend.

    Car doors slammed, shoes crunched on wet gravel.

    Someone laughed, and the fury inside me burned even stronger.