First thing my protagonist said? "You hired a woman as chief engineer?" In an "Are you nuts?" kind of calm voice to his friend and second in command, and within earshot of said woman. She's not amused.
This stemmed from a snippet of writing done just before/during class, so it's not been connected in yet, but it shall be.
I'm currently at 5334 words, which is actually behind where I want to be and I'll probably write more this evening.
Today's excerpt (more Tamid): Tamid closed his eyes, hand rising to rub his chin thoughtfully. In that moment, George noticed dark shadows around Tamid’s eyes. They weren’t usually there, suggesting the man hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep. While it was easy to think of one reason that might explain them given Tamid’s...inclinations, George wasn’t inclined to write them off so easily. He couldn’t in good conscience, not when he was offering the position he was.
“I think I can do it,” Tamid said, drawing George’s attention back to the task of crewing Samuel’s airship. “Determining which cannons to fire and when, setting up the crews, keeping shifts for crews…I think I can do that.” He opened his and looked steadily at George. “If you’re offering the job.”
“You’ve got it then. I don’t know how many crews you’ll need or be able to have, but I’ll let you know as soon as I do. You take care of hiring them.” He raised an eyebrow. “Think you can handle that?”
“No trouble.” Tamid grinned. “I know what to look for, after all. I’ll get the minimum crew the company’d operate a ship with, start from there. At least then there’ll be something to work with if I don’t have time to hire as many as I’d like.” He turned to go, but George stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“Tamid,” he said, “are you alright? You looked tired.”
Tamid’s grin only broadened as he laughed. “Not much sleep, my friend, but for excellent reasons.” He gave a broad wink, suggesting that George understood just what he meant by that. Still laughing, Tamid slipped his arm from George’s grasp and walked away.
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This stemmed from a snippet of writing done just before/during class, so it's not been connected in yet, but it shall be.
I'm currently at 5334 words, which is actually behind where I want to be and I'll probably write more this evening.
Today's excerpt (more Tamid):
Tamid closed his eyes, hand rising to rub his chin thoughtfully. In that moment, George noticed dark shadows around Tamid’s eyes. They weren’t usually there, suggesting the man hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep. While it was easy to think of one reason that might explain them given Tamid’s...inclinations, George wasn’t inclined to write them off so easily. He couldn’t in good conscience, not when he was offering the position he was.
“I think I can do it,” Tamid said, drawing George’s attention back to the task of crewing Samuel’s airship. “Determining which cannons to fire and when, setting up the crews, keeping shifts for crews…I think I can do that.” He opened his and looked steadily at George. “If you’re offering the job.”
“You’ve got it then. I don’t know how many crews you’ll need or be able to have, but I’ll let you know as soon as I do. You take care of hiring them.” He raised an eyebrow. “Think you can handle that?”
“No trouble.” Tamid grinned. “I know what to look for, after all. I’ll get the minimum crew the company’d operate a ship with, start from there. At least then there’ll be something to work with if I don’t have time to hire as many as I’d like.” He turned to go, but George stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“Tamid,” he said, “are you alright? You looked tired.”
Tamid’s grin only broadened as he laughed. “Not much sleep, my friend, but for excellent reasons.” He gave a broad wink, suggesting that George understood just what he meant by that. Still laughing, Tamid slipped his arm from George’s grasp and walked away.