like pulling teeth, I swear

[fahye]

But the 1000-word minimum DID force me to almost-finish a scene I've been stuck on, so that's good.

1003 / 30000 words. 3% done!

I'll give you recently-written snippets at the end of each day along with the wordcount, how's that?

"You were one of those kids who read too much, weren't you?" Ariadne says.

"What makes you say that?"

"Not you. Eames." She pauses, setting the walkway to rocking subtly beneath them, and points into the distance. Through a gap in the thick branches a well-trimmed lawn skewered with croquet hoops can be seen. Projections bustle to and fro; their voices can't be heard, but red and black skirts dominate the chaos, and the mallets are suspiciously pink and unwieldy. Arthur squints, trying to keep his eye on one of the balls, waiting for it to uncurl and scurry away in defiance of physics.

"If you build a child's paradise, don't be surprised when someone's childhood leaks in," Eames says. "Genius loci."

"You are abusing my education," Ariadne mutters, and keeps moving.