Whereas the first day was like skiing downhill — thrilling, fun, with momentum — today has been like trudging through sinking sand.
Everything at the moment is like choking through quicksand. Anyway despite this I’ve managed an extra 1,600+ words, which has brought about a fresh change of narrative and the introduction of a new character who suffers from irregular sleep and the inability to dream.
In keeping with my chosen approach to this challenge, the prompt for today was to choose the last line in a book, which I took as a closing scene, and wrote my way towards it (I’ll redraft this line out later).
The line was:
‘I watched his back receding down the long, gleaming hall.’
from The Secret History by Donna Tartt.