At night we got attacked by swamp dragons when we were camping down at the river. It took hours to get rid of them, but our burns are healing already and we've found their keep. Not much in it; bones, as always, but also some ancient gold pieces and a rainbow bridge we used to travel further up the dusty mountains.
Though I might be mistaken it seems to me that today they are less dusty: The air is fresh and quite clear.
They say there are snake pits hidden on the mountain. Lovely. NOT looking forward to finding them.
I shall still write during the breaks, though.
Today I wrote:
- one and a half pages (WriterVerse story, finished)
- another one and a half pages (story on why dragons eat virgins; unfinished, needs some research)
- half a page (on mythology, finished)
- another half page (on music, finished or just a beginning)