Not much going on besides that. Just a few things here and there.
At least I get to wear cool socks whilst I edit.
Here's a couple of paragraphs from Noble Imposter - Still a rough draft, subject to change, but I like it. :)
The soft whisking noises from scrub brushes scuffled from beneath tightly closed doors. Whispers that only a trained wall slaves’ ear could pick up danced through the halls as Monica hurried along.
As she darted by the main school room door, her heart ached. The wall slaves, hard at work as always, their noises so familiar to her, yet now so foreign. Would she ever be able to free them? Everything seemed so fruitless—from the making of friends with the Nobles, to the mission for the tablet. Would she ever get to see the computers that held them all captive?
