Quick Sharpie sketch of Dakota Frost, based on the model from the BLOOD ROCK / LIQUID FIRE covers. I tried to do this upside down at first, to “see” it better, and OH BOY it did not turn out well – the landscape was all off. So this is an even quicker sketch, because I need to get to bed early.
Also, Camp Nano only got ~150 added words, but again, I need sleep. Rough draftiness:
“Your voice,” the priest said, taking another step back. “If not a vampire, surely … surely not a werewolf … but your voice … why do I know your voice?”
I spun, rolling my neck, unfurling more vines into a soft green halo that lit my face.
“Do you know me now?” I asked.
“Oh … God,” the priest said. “You were on the news, the mother of that weretiger—”
“That I am, and if she is here,” I said, “you should point the way … then run.”
“She … here?” The priest blinked, then his eyes flicked at the coffin. “But it’s not—”
My heart fell. The prisoner in the coffin was not Cinnamon—but as the priest’ eyes went wide in terror, I realized that in his shock he’d given away there was a prisoner in that coffin. I drew a breath, my face flushing, feeling my blood pounding in my ears.
Hopefully I’ll pick up speed now that I’m out of the Lenten “Jesus and Godel” series. I wrote 45,000 words of nonfiction in Lent, which is nowhere near the needed Nano rate, but I think is probably the fastest rate and largest single body of nonfiction writing I’ve done since perhaps my thesis.
But what I really did today was move boxes into the room that’s going to become my wife’s art studio.
Drawing, writing, moving every day.
-the Centaur
