In For a Penny, Out of the Pound Progress

Outlining  |##########|  60%
Drafting    |##########|  45%
Refining    |##########|  35%

Overall      |##########| 45%
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well actually if you crunch the numbers properly its 46.6666...% but i was never one to round upwards anyways

tally ho

A Little More On The State of Things

I'm a bit sorry to say that I don't have the next chapter for Swords, Rings and Magic Things ready for tomorrow yet. Actually, I may not have one for a while; I've been a little burned out on that front!

So, Swords, Rings and Magic Things is going on a bit of a hiatus! Or, rather, it's not going to be updated on a fixed schedule much anymore. If I manage to get the mojo back for a big dump of getting through my outline (fingers crossed), then I'll see about it. It's going to be a bit more of a 'updated when I have the content' thing from here.

However!! I do have a couple other plans to work on while slogging through said outline.

Swords, Rings and Magic Things - Chapter 7

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What Leslie's always imagined of dark, underground, possibly secret passages is that it's supposed to be cold, eerie and quiet, quiet, quiet, save for the distant, inexplicable, but universal sound of dripping water at any given time.

whelp

Unfortunately, I won't be able to post up the next chapter of Swords, Ring and Magic Things this Saturday. I've been stuck in testings, and I've hit the end of what I have cleaned up from my draft. Hopefully, I'll have a another ready by the 27th, if things go according to plan!

However, I am currently outlining a short story! I'm aiming to get it done and posted by the end of the month, things, again, go according to plan!

Swords, Rings and Magic Things - Chapter 6

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"What. Is that."

Agatha doesn't answer, only kicks the door to their room closed behind her. Leslie is not sure how one manages to hold something cheerily, but it's happening right in front of her.

Her clothes have been folded as neatly as she can manage stop her bed, like Agatha had told her to before leaving. The backpack, already filled, sits at the foot of her bed, and she'd like to think it's as anxious about the extra things as she is.