G'morning all.
Running a bit late today as it's just about writing time.
Goal is 1500 words today. Wish me luck!
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Well that was a big fail.
Managed barely 900 words today. Constant, and I do mean CONSTANT, interruptions completely fucked my writing process.
Still, progress is progress and I'll be back at it tomorrow.
I took a breath and let it out slowly. Dalca was rude as fuck and I understood why Emil said my mother didn't like him. But he was also dealing with a disaster and dozens of injured clanmates. “My sot, Leyla, will handle communications for me. Please get her the phone number for ****'s people so we can stay in contact and make plans before their arrival.”
Dalca grunted again. “Alright, that makes sense. I'll call them and then be in touch.”
He hung up without another word.
I sighed and handed the phone to Leyla. “So... here's the plan.”