Worth 50,000: Day Sixteen - Both Go Down Together

[momebie]

Well, we're over halfway through with November. How are you doing? Do you have 25,005 words yet? Do you have 200,000 like some overachievers I know? Do you have 250? I'm about 10,000 words behind. Or will be at the end of the day, I'm sure. I'm okay with this, though, because last night I spent three hours drawing maps and scraping timelines off the inner parts of my skull. We've reached the point where I think we're going to have to pull everything apart and start over new. Handy though, rubble. All the pieces are still there, you just have to figure out how to put them back together.

What have you torn apart so far?


[Belgium after a German invasion, 1914]

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He stops them at the door to the room and turns around to look at the destruction one last time. It's just a room. Just things, things connected to a life that Charles would very much like to leave behind, a life not at all connected to the one he's trying to build for himself, for Erik, for the children, for the world.

"Come on," Moira says gently, nudging him towards the hall. "Someone needs to kiss Erik's head wound to make it better and I'm certainly not volunteering for the job."

"You're terrible," Charles says, but he turns his back on the room and leads them back towards the swirl of cheerful mental activity in the far wing of the house.