Today = 1,760-ish Words
I’m not sure this is sane, but here we are. Two cups of coffee deep and no editing in sight, I’m throwing my first paragraph to the wolves, or, you know, the Internet. If you’ve got one too, share it. We can discuss, commiserate, or just high-five across the void for getting words down. Sometimes that’s enough. Sometimes it’s everything.
Detective Nicola Knight had come home the way ghosts do… quiet, uninvited, and carrying unfinished business. The plane touched down at Louis Armstrong International at 6:13 p.m. The wheels screeching, engines reversing hard enough to jolt her forward in her seat. Nicola didn’t flinch. She’d flown rougher rides into smaller towns, dropped into places where the only welcome was a rusted-out sign and a missing person report. This was just New Orleans—and it wasn’t the landing that shook her. It was the return.
Next…
Today’s final tally:
1,112-ish words for the book
648-ish words for the Substack newsletters
That’s 1,760-ish words of delicious chaos. I’m calling it a win. I’m off to aggravate my wife with my celebratory neediness, knock out some housework like the domestic demigod I pretend to be, and maybe get some sunlight on my pasty, freckled skin. Eventually, enough freckles will merge into something I’ll optimistically call a tan. Alright, I’m done. For now.
From the margins,
Harlo
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