I just reached 18455, still keeping my head above the rising wave of the daily tally, as at 1.45pm on the 11th day (which is good - normally I'm finishing up late, but this is early...I may even write
more today, after a rest... though probably not.
).
Umm, the 'wave' bit is because that's what I've been writing. An unexpected protagonist - a bit player in an earlier chapter; an obese, pale, defeated woman, mate to a potential antagonist; a woman meant merely to hold a small, country town in place and otherwise simply fall behind into obscurity behind travels north - just found herself waking into a dream where she swam in the sun and the clear, clean waves of a beautiful beachside resort town, and met both casual friendliness and simple, unconscious acceptance in the face of her chronic insecurity and poor self-image, despite the white bikini she found herself in, and also a rather knowing and interractive dugong at the silent crest of an unexpected eighth wave.
I don't know what brought this bit-player here. I had no idea it'd go there when I started writing it. But, in this longest chapter I've written by far, she suddenly achieved a significance that may tie in with another even more important member of megafauna later on... perhaps even
primary place, at least in terms of gravitational pull.
Cheers,
Marc ("seat of the pants")