I’d say I more or less wrote what I was going for with this chapter. At 1,228 words, it barely fails to meet my commute goal, and I’ve missed my daily goal. I expected to have more than this written, so I’ll have to see if I can find the time to write a chapter to transition this arc into the next over the weekend. That should be a good 2,500 words right there, split over one or two chapters.
Sarah opened her eyes. The light her of desk lamp reflected off of of Samuel’s mirror sitting beside Sarah. She sat up at her desk, and found the green jewel next to the mirror. “Tonight,” Clover’s voice echoed in Sarah’s mind, “you’ll enter the mirror. You’ll see people in trouble. Help the people before Shamrock arrives.”
This chapter didn’t meet my word count goal, nor did it come out as well as I had hoped.
As her desk clock turned to 8:00PM, Sarah closed her notebook. Her math work always took the longest to complete. She reached for her vocubulary notebook next, but stopped at the sound of a knock on the door. “Come in!”
Magical girl in the Wild West. It’s something I’ve wanted to try out for a while. I’m not satisfied with the overall result, but that’s because this is just the first draft.
“Everything’s so dusty,” Clover said, sliding her shoes through the dirt as she walked.
“That’s ’cause it’s just like the wild west,” Shamrock said, eagerly moving from one site to another. He stopped by every house, every cactus, every tavern, and every shop. People filled the streets and buildings, wearing leather vests and tall boots, and some brought their horses with them. “I’ve never seen one of these dreams with so many people in it before!”
The originally planned idea for this chapter’s end actually changed a little at the last moment. Also, the word count came out higher than I expected it would be before I started writing.
Sarah sat up in her bed. Shamrock stood by her bedroom door.
“Are you all right?” he asked. He handed the green jewel to Sarah.
This chapter has been the easiest to write yet. I didn’t get caught thinking about what to follow up with even once. And yet it comes out as the shortest? Obivously there is much room to add to it.
“Are you ready?” Shamrock asked Clover.
Clover nodded. After being without her wand twice, she kept a tight grip over it. She didn’t want to face another night stuck behind a dresser, but she felt confident that even if this did happen, she would be ready for it.
