So, nothing got done on the novel, but did make some headway on the steampunk story.
Monday: 645 words
Tuesday: 421 words
From a table in a dark corner of the dimly lit pub, the stranger watches with fascination as the events unfold: the casual exchange of stolen goods; the pervasiveness of vice; the sudden, brutal violence.
This was certainly not Paghan, with its ancient majesty and brightly lit streets, its stolid, respectable populace. Its orderly world and unimaginative entertainment.
This was New York, the sordid capital of a savage land beyond the edge of civilization.
This was a dangerous place.