Today’s wordage: 3,800
Today’s writing time: 2 hours
Total wordage: 126,400
Total writing time: 72 hours, 30 minutes
Editorial Note: Due to a very crowded schedule after work this evening, I forsook my long walk and did 30 minutes on the bike at the gym next door to the hotel, then put in my two hours on the book. I knew that whole waking up at 3 am thing would come in handy. Also, although I don’t explicitly think in terms of the three-act structure, I seem to be closing in on the end of the second act.
He’d never dreamed of power. Not even as a child. His imaginings were never more than books and the quiet magics which lay within their pages. The great in society had a distressing tendency to live out their days in lonely towers guarded by killer monks, or underneath the falling blade of some angry soldier. Better to toil at some job worthy of respect, and live in obscurity, than to die of fame.
Yet Childress seemed to be someone who could do both. She had the camouflage of her gender, to be sure, and the unassuming appearance of an older woman. Wang had known enough fierce old aunties in his youth to never underestimate the power of old women, but that was women’s power.
The Mask carried her power in the man’s world. Even without her dread sorceries, she seemed to have been able to control an entire submarine. She had the obscurity of all women, but the impact of a man. A worthy opponent to any fighter, and far greater in her way than he ever would be.
If only he had seen this while having tea with her in his office. In way, Wang realized, he had. Just not enough.