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Camp Nano Check-In; Week One

Date; July 1 - July 3

Projects; Mainly Saints and Sinners (title pending) and another personal project

Overall WC; 2293 words out of 25k

SaS WC; 1747* words out of ???

First week of nano is over! Admittedly I didn't get as much done as I might have because this week I also finished one of my summer courses so I was pretty much brain dead for most of the week. But I did write something down once everday this week which is pretty good. I'll be doing these weekly progress reports/check-ins to keep myself accountable, so keep on the look out if you guys are interested <3

Outside of the wtw server I haven't really talked about Saints and Sinners. And that's because I haven't introduced it....because I got this idea literally a couple days before Camp Nano started and it wouldn't leave me alone. So instead of working on WCTD, TSDNBU, or rotating between other shelved projects, I decided to just jump right on in to SaS with 0 plans. Ok maybe like 0.25% of a plan.

*Total words written for SaS is probably a lot higher but I switched POVs from 1.5 to 2nd person midway through a chapter because I just...could not write in that POV, so I rewrote most of what I had.

Excerpt under the cut. CW for implied death, cannibalism reference, and injuries

(I mean....you guys should know what my author brand is)

You wake in the barracks with the scent of burning flesh in your lungs and the taste of ashes on your tongue. The words of a psalm are already forming on your mouth, ready to spill from cracked lips. Holy holy holy. Praise be to the gods. You lick your lips and wonder if this is how it felt when god feasted upon the flesh of their brethren.

The barracks are a dark and damp place. Quiet except for the smattering of snores from the other soldiers around him, lined up in thin cots, unaware that one of their own had been blessed by Diarum with a second chance.

You sit up, divesting yourself of your linen tunic to feel around your right shoulder. It is smooth. Clean. The pucker of the scar that plagued you in the past, gone.

The siege of Villon, then. That was where you were. But the siege had been going on for the better part of a year before She came, and so you were still at a loss as to exactly when you were. A whisper in the back of your mind assured you that She would come soon.

And you must be ready.