Day 2 -- 11,034 (31,068 total)

A very good second day!

I like this story. I think I might be overloading it right now, and my first person main character is possibly spending too much time inside her own head, but it's till going well. And George, the cat, is a lot of fun.

Here's a little snippet from today's work:

I had started to turn to catch up with David when some movement in the wood caught my eye. Something, finally. I could lure it out --

Only when I reached with a little magic there was nothing to be found.

Just jumpy, I told myself. Just jumpy and I had to stop letting my imagination get away with me. I started toward David -- and saw movement again. White, soft.

I feared that my rider might be back. Hell. That was not something I wanted David to see. I moved slowly now. If it was there, I wanted to know, but I could get no clear glimpse of anything. By the time I had made it back to where David worked, setting up the Hassleblad again, I thought that maybe it had only been a bit of errant mist; a little fog rising in the morning light.

I was overreacting today, to the threat and to the idea of David staying longer. I overreacted to the appearance of Aletta, and to the praise from Timber. Everything seemed badly out of balance and I was going to have to get that settled with myself. I couldn't be out of balance at a time like this. Even if there weren't riders in the woods right now -- I looked and saw nothing at all -- that didn't mean that there hadn't been one the night before. That didn't mean there wasn't all kinds of trouble, from little peripix to maybe a gargoyle. The barrier was out of balance, and I had to get myself back into control to deal with it.

"Are you all right?" David asked, putting a hand on my arm.

And there went that balance right out the door. I grinned back at him. "Yeah, I'm fine."