I wrote: 2,000
Progress to-date: 30,000
I’ve finally finished the section I was working on, which means tomorrow is the start of a brand new one, and the last section of the chapter. It has been a long time coming, but I am very eager to get started and get through it. So here’s hoping I can make significant progress into it by the end of the month. I’m halfway through my days and still keeping up the pace, so that’s encouraging.
Speaking of 500 words in 8 hours… yeah, that’s pretty much where I am. Which is bad, I have other things that need doing too, some of which I’ve been putting off way too long already.
Commander Sol is arguing with Commander Rosenkranz (based on the few words you manage to catch, it’s something about… salt-water fish? In uniforms? No, that can’t be right)
I would like to ask feedback for all of you. I am writing same event, bullies trying to beat you to pulp in the Highschool parking. But each version comes from a special set of skills and background of the player I would put here two of the four available.
Type of feedback I want
1.Do you find them different enough?
2.Do you appreciate any difference in personality between them?
3.Do you like the scene or it has a bad flow?
Grammar or anything else would be welcome as well.
Thanks for look these small scenes
The eye of the storm is the tranquillity during the battle. Your mind remains like a rock as your body automatically tenses.
None of your enemies notices a thing, blinded and fulled by their proud stance.
You Smile to yourself; one of the best memories is training in your cousin’s garage with his neighbourhood friends is not what they usually show in those silly action movies. Your breath is like a slight whisper of defiance; This strange state of consciousness floods you like when you were in the old garage-
Not that it matters. It only takes a second, a fluid movement of your right hand the cold taser with the slippery touch of plastic reaches your hands the training of the street school is integrated into your muscles, and you don’t even have to look at the electric arc while the smell of burned skin reaches your nostrils
“Son of dabitch”, the remaining four respond almost as if they were a meme trying to help their fallen friend. You don’t even look back before you hit the road.
“If you were expecting the typical nerd, you are very wrong”, You comment between laughs one street below. Nobody is going to break you. No one, if coming from a ghetto, has any privilege; it’s that you know how to survive better than these five kids from the suburbs.
The entrance to the metro is just a few meters, just a few steps away, and you will be in the stinking paradise of graffiti. The smell is already in your brain, the tired sweat of hundreds of workers and anonymous homeless people calling home like a version of the siren calling Ulysses.
The government does not stop bragging about increasing security in the country’s schools. You snort at it. Increased security? Anyone with knowledge of hacking and the dark web can puncture the internal network of an institution in less than an hour.
That control and power, like Pandora’s box, have burned in your fingers for almost two years, being able to alter the centre’s daily routine and never touching a comma. If you are going to hack a state establishment, it has to be for a compelling reason.
A self-sufficient smile fills your lips as you give the vocal order command, "one zero one! If there is a camera in the order of activation, none of them understands that your cryptic comment is a password; for them, you are just a nerd in panic.
The alarm fills the huge internal parking lot like the growl of a wild hog in heat.
“What’s that? Is there a shooting?” Cesar asks, paralyzed with the knife still in his hand.
I don’t think I didn’t hear any shots. Jean comments as looking around, searching for a spot to run away. He is not the only one; the group loses sight of you for a second, unable to understand the meaning of the alarm.
*page_break “Hasta la vista, baby!”
Your feet hit the asphalt, and they sway like a drunken duck. You snort almost like a locomotive. “I have to get to the subway stop first!”
You try to turn your head to see if they are following you, but to no avail; you can’t see shit as you dodge the few cars of people trying to get home from work.
One more second…
Your muscles tense and stretch like plasticine. Tomorrow you will undoubtedly have shoelaces. Only the noise of your heart seems to cover the mechanical beeps and gurgles of the city of steel.
The entrance to the subway is just
I liked the flow, assuming there’s stuff coming after the end you showed (it felt a bit… abrupt? if it doesn’t continue) but I’m hardly the one to ask anyway 
Ah, right, and yes, to me they seem different enough.
Some notes:
Yes it continues but that goes to the common paragraph so I didn’t copy it.
Pobrably is my fault I haven’t a good English level.
I wrote: 3,000
Progress to-date: 33,000
Bit of cheating on this one, as a small section from a previous part of the chapter needed to be repeated with minor modifications, but I think that was only about 1.5k of today’s progress, so I’m still feeling pretty good about the writing I did. Well into the last section now and excited to be that much closer to finishing!
Nov 12: 0
Nov 13: 700
Nov 14: 3,493
MtD: 25,076
I did end up taking Saturday off; was starting to feel stressed by keeping the push going.
As you can see, Sunday’s total was off as well, because I did not have the momentum from the previous day to build on. I ended up doing research and reading on Sunday as well.
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Today, I’ve been mostly working on my Master’s Thesis.
I’m a little over 15k. I’m getting to the climax.
I wrote: 2,000
Progress to-date: 35,000
Just standard progress today, but I’m pretty happy with it. I may need to take a day off tomorrow; a long-distance friend wants to catch up, and the only time we can both talk is during my normal writing time. But I’ll try to get some done nevertheless. I’m just one of those people that is very dependent on a routine, so I might not be able to!
Day 12 EOD Report
Wrote: 1183/1667
MTD: 21517/20000
Day 13 EOD Report
Wrote: 1365/1667
MTD: 22882/21667
Day 14 EOD Report
Wrote: 6970/1667
MTD: 29852/23333
Day 15 EOD Report
Wrote: 1816/1667
MTD: 31668/25000
Hit 25k. Also switched some genders around. Also also titled all of the four acts (I’m going by four-act structure, albeit maybe a bit loosely).
“You know, there’s one thing I don’t understand,” Sanjaya says. “A whole medical bed, seriously? Where does it even fit without anyone noticing?”
“Local wormholes,” Leif says.
“Actually, that wouldn’t even be the strangest thing that’s happened,” Kozlov says. “I once found a whole patrol ship everyone thought had been lost.”
“No! Where it was hiding?”
“Hangar,” Kozlov replies flatly.
I wrote: 1,000
Progress to-date: 36,000
Slow day, for sure. But since I didn’t think I’d be able to write anything at all today, I’ll count this as good progress, and try to get back to the usual pace tomorrow! I’m a little worried how the next week or so is going to go, considering my long-distance partner will be in town and it’s always a bit harder to focus on work when that the case, heh. But I’ll at least do something daily. 
Day 16 EOD Report
Wrote: 1673/1667
MTD: 33341/26667
Had to really force myself to write after the first 300 words. My mind had been wanting to take a break, but I fear that if I allow that I will lose all momentum and this lead I have on the wordcount will be the resting point for the month.
Don’t force yourself if you brain need a break take it. I have done the not hear my body before and always end up badly for me.
Not overwork too much, a goal, it is just that.
Aaaaaand… Still notes, and notes, and notes.
At least I’m writing thoose, I guess
Today, I have another let’s insult Mara in social media day. I have The if corner discord creator calling me bicho and bitch and other slurs tagging me. I don’t now who she/he/ them is. But I suck and I am apparently terrible and that.
I have blocked momoko and if the person want something to say to me they can do it here or in a pm.
I have no time and no desire to cope with toxicity right now.
So, I was playing @Franzinyte 's game, “Dear Diary We Created a Plot Hole” and it inspired me to name my novel’s protagonist’s mother some variation of “Maggie.” She’s more old fashioned so I don’t believe she would like nicknames. So maybe “Marguerite”?
I still don’t have a name for Camellia’s father. I’ve just been calling him “Papa”. Though I’m thinking of something stereotypically French. Like “Pierre” or “Jacques”.
Look here
i recommend you a name that sounds like the personality you want to give to the father.
Wrote: +4,251 words today
Progress-to-date: 5,011 words for CT:OS, 26,215 words for Merry Crisis (31,216 total)
Had a couple of busy days at work so my usual writing time (at night, after dinner) ended up being used for loafing / doing brainless things instead. Needed that rest though! Happy I managed to write a bit today!
@Dvalor53, Agree with @poison_mara on taking breaks - sometimes it disrupts flow, but sometimes it provides me with much-needed rest so I go faster when I pick things up again! Mostly because I write so much more slowly when I’m “burnt out”/bored.
What works for me is to always stop in the middle of a scene I already know what I want to do with, so that when I pick up again, I can hit the ground running. Stopping at the end of a scene before a break just means a lot of inertia when I do start again, because then I’ll be starting from scratch at the beginning of a new scene. Sounds weird, but it does get rid of a bit of my fear of losing momentum.