Mark A. Sargent

Tag: writing

  • In which there’s mention of a hapless porcupine

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    Here’s a decent sized update for the fantasy western: 1709 words! I’m… well, I’m not happy with some of it. But hey, it’s a first draft.   Luck seemed to be on their side. But luck, as Walter Hawkins knew from the occasional gambling loss, was a fickle thing not to be trusted. Their attempt…

  • Short Update

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    Not nearly as long as I’d hoped it would be, but here’s an update for the fantasy western:   The goyle considered her silently, just long enough that she started feeling the urge to fidget. At last, it said <We will help you in this, Arbiter.> Katherine told herself not to look the gift horse…

  • Still Here

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    So, it’s been a while since I’ve added an update. That’s because a personal tragedy brought things to a grinding halt from the end of November all through December. But work has resumed on the Untitled Fantasy Western (seriously, anybody have any title ideas?). I’m still going to finish posting the draft here on the…

  • NaNoWriMo Update Twenty

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    Missed update? What missed update? Here, have a 1969 word update. Running total is 37146. The fight went downhill quickly, and the posse learned the same lesson that the army had during the Frontier War. It wasn’t that there were overwhelming numbers of goyles, or that they’d caught the group unaware. It was the fact…

  • NaNoWriMo Update Nineteen

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    Keeping pace with a 3389 word update from the weekend. Running total is still a bit behind at 35177. “I don’t get it,” Morgan admitted. “We robbed a train and tromped all the way through the Badlands to bring you that? A bunch of sun bleached, rotten old bones?” “Precisely that,” Dorean told him sternly.…

  • NaNoWriMo Update Eighteen

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    Here’s a 1552 word update for you, in which we meet the mystery man who set all this in motion. Running total is 31788.   What they couldn’t tell from a distance, and what became clearer the closer they got, was that the city was in ruin. Not merely decayed, it looked as if the…

  • NaNoWriMo Update Seventeen

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    Apparently I’m a fan of late night conversations. This update is 1740 words, putting the running total at 30236. “It’s more than just my promises,” Clem reminded him. “It’s the big pile of money at the end, remember? Now settle down. We’ll be there soon enough.” The question of where they were going was soon…

  • NaNoWriMo Update Sixteen

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    Making progress! Here’s a 2080 word update. Running total is 28496. Clunky dialogue is clunky, but it can stay until editing. “Well?” Katherine asked as he morosely rejoined the group. “How did it go?” “Better than it could’ve, worse than I wanted,” he told her as he got used to the saddle again. “You were…

  • NaNoWriMo Update Fifteen

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    Slightly shorter update that I’m not entirely happy with, but at least it’s something. 1230 words with a running total of 26416. Lonesome left his horse tied to a scrub bush some distance away from the skulls. If the goyles were here he didn’t want to be riding when his mount spooked. He usually preferred…