Sunday was a big old zero day and the brats are home this week, but I'm still gunning to finish the first draft of this short story this week.
New words: 786
New pages: 3
Total words: 4,325
Emily: Petrified in fear
James: Trying to stay out of the sunlight
# of Kisses: 0
Listened to while writing: Headphones in but nothing playing (how big a dork am I?)
Random sampling of text: The fighting hellcat of an hour ago rested into him seeking comfort like a frightened child. It touched a place he’d thought long chilled from disuse. It alarmed him and he pushed her away from him.