It was a long week, and I was tired by the time I got home last night, but I was determined to make my wordcount.
So I pushed on, despite the snuggly cat rumbling in my lap, the warm soporific puppy draped across my ankles, despite the eyelids drifting closed.
I made my wordcount, but it looks like this:
“Finally the gatekeeper gave in, and rang a bell asking for the four sea creatures.”
Sea creatures? There are no sea creatures anywhere in this story. Not one, and certainly not four.
The gatekeeper? Needs to ask for the privy secretary. I have some words to rewrite.
But maybe the sea creatures need a story of their own?