Sisyphus vs. Novel

1069 words today, giving me a shiny new prologue. Plus Ch 1 tweaked, Ch 2 rewritten, and Ch 3 tweaked. Tomorrow maaaaaybe I can finish chapter 4. We can only dream. I sent my wannabe-omni narrator to his room with no supper (and no nookie).

13,200 / 100,000 (13.0%)

Images I could have lived without for $200, Alex.

You know that horribly overused scene in D&D where the adventurers walk into the Seedy Tavern and meet the Mysterious Old Man... As I sat in Denny's this morning, drinking coffeesque swill, my brain tried to translate that beginning into an urban fantasy. Why, god, why?