Jay Lake: Writer

[writing] Tourbillon progris riport, day 41

Today’s wordage: 3,500
Today’s writing time: 2 hours
Total wordage: 160,500
Total writing time: 89 hours, 30 minutes

WIP:

A Chinese shell hung in the air, hurled from one of their bombards. Though it was dead as a stone, and thus had little presence here in the Silent World, the energies of its discharged played around it. Fire is a species of life, after all

The airships hung close. Their bags danced with light. A flurry of sparks fled the nearest one, which made Gashansunu think to turn and look at the ship they had left behind.

Twenty-two souls followed her and Paolina, clinging to the line like mussels to an anchor rope. Not enough time had passed for terror, or even a surge of their bodies, but in another moment mouths would be opening, and they would be on the Chinese deck.

Gashansunu belatedly realized where she was. She had sliced time between one heartbeat and the next, between one click of the Shadow World and the next. The Silent World did not have time, as such, but the minds of people who went there saw it through the filter of time, just as their bodies did back in the Shadow World. Great power was required to step completely outside time and slit it open like a sacrificial slave.