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123 words getting them to their next training... Returning home late from work, some distractions, and medicine side effects reduced the amount of writing time I had, oh well. At the least though, I'm not bogged down with worrying about all the future stuff like I was yesterday. Also had to change another character's name because I've been typing it wrong after the first correct instance.
435 words explaining most of the training (through dialogue) and moving it along. Well, one of the words was actually an addition, and I think there was one word from yesterday deleted, but it's nothing to write home about.
202 words today getting quickly through the following day and onto the squad's day off... Something about getting them into the city... Also spent some time taking screenshots of all the weather stuff that I may or may not need as well as getting "updated" versions of previous ones and sorting them all out so it doesn't confuse me what's what.
Some editing/continuity checking was done yesterday because of all the distractions, so nothing was written because lack of energy or whatever.
137 words written getting them into and through a room that covers the history and such of the region. I transplanted some words from a scene I had to remove a bit ago and then tweaked the chunk to correspond to its new location to make a total of 131 words that I can't really add to today's word count (I didn't write them all today). I went ahead and transplanted the other 252 words, but left it as-is because I wasn't goign to have time to make the appropriate tweaks before bed.
I wrote about 250 words today of a scene in a short story I am writing for my fiction class. Basically it's about a woman (who still goes unnamed), who was in and on and off relationship with a man named Marshal every summer for 5 years, till he suddenly disappeared, and the woman starts to question whether or not he was real in the first place. I'm still deciding if this is the idea I want to do for this short story.
Only thing I wrote was a couple reviews for some video game controller adapters. I expected to not be able to write anything in Electrowood, and I was right (I got a couple of new hard drives, so I had to install them, initialise them, and now all the files have to copy over from the other drives). All goes well, I should be able to write tomorrow.