Words written during November: 7992 / 9000 (89%)
Writing days: 9/9
Average no. of words written each day: 314
A very slow 333 words today. I felt tired and feverish after my covid booster yesterday. I had expected it might happen, so I had cleared the weekend of all commitments and I don't have a Quaker meeting tomorrow because I excused myself. It's slow progress, but it's enough to keep me on target. I should just about have enough pre-planned scenes to get me to the end of the month. I then need to do more research and more planning.
A quarter of an hour later, Enid sat on a large stone and gazed over the lake. Trees were trying to grow in the water, their branches black and twisted. It was too early in the spring for leaves, so the trees along the path were bare and gaunt. Enid shivered, and not just because of the cold. The lake felt mysterious, as though there was some kind of secret hidden in it. Enid shook her head and got up. Sitting on a stone would not help. Something moved in the corner of her eye. When she looked up, she saw a woman walking towards her.