Well, I made it. 50 thousand words within a thirty day time span. Was it ever a rush and a mess and a big pile of WTF all at once. I'm not even going to look at the manuscript for a few days. I need time to purge. Now I understand what deadline means. And I had the advantage of not having my livelihood depend on the production. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to get myself into such a position, but I've got some work to do before it happens.
Rumblings from beneath the world. “Beneath the world, what did that mean?” There was the Floor. There was ductwork. There were the tubes, the pneumatic shuttles that he could no longer afford to take. And beneath that? The firmament, which was what the City was grown from.
“Momma! Momma!” shouted a very young Paul, fresh from trex happy fun-time lessons.
Paul woke up on the couch with lady hovering over him. He felt numb and woozy, with an itching sensation in the middle of his skull. Why am I attracted to you, Lady? You’re obviously terribly and completely bad for me.
“I didn’t realize my talk was so powerful,” she laughed.