And I am... here. With two days off, and then work, and so forth.
The Stratford Man: 1818 words (some of which are research notes and Shakespearean and Marlovian quotes for use as chapter headers) (Yes! I am writing a book with Actual Chapters! ph33r my 133t writing ski11z.)
Reason for stopping: need to go mail postcards for Chris and scrounge up some lunch. Also, end of Chapter Two, so I need to get sorted out what happens in Will's next POV, since it's his turn.
So far, so good.
Quote of the day:
You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute—
And now and then stab, as occasion serves