Okay, so I wrote 1200…

Okay, so I wrote 1200 words, and then I couldn't help it -- I had to clean up some. It was bugging me. So now there's a load of dishes going in the dishwasher and the counters are clean and the rest of the place has been picked up and the trash taken out (it was mostly clean already, since I cleaned for last night's dinner party, and my guests weren't *that* messy :-). I still want to write another thousand words or so, and I think I know what the next scene will be, so that should be quick enough. Hopefully done by 12:30 or so. And then off to the gym, be done working out by 1:30 and head back home so someone is actually here with Karen & Co. arrive. All of which means that I won't have time to swing by the grocery store before they get here, but there's really plenty of leftovers in the fridge already for lunch, and I can always run out later for dinner stuff. (Actually, there's probably plenty of leftovers for dinner too. :-)

I know, I know -- it's not so exciting, listening to me plan and re-plan my day. But that's what's in my head right now, I'm afraid. That and figuring out how much language Kate can learn in a few days, given that she's reasonably bright and highly motivated. And thinking about how she would realistically react, in a strange world, alone. It's something that's always bugged me, how many fantasy novels don't deal with that at all. People from our world get dumped into other worlds and they just cope, no problem. No denial, no freaking out, no real questions. My Kate's gonna have lots of questions, dangit.

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He pointed to himself then, said his name. "Sanhith."

"Sanhith." She said it back to him; it was the one word of their language she knew, having heard the king say it in that brief space of comprehension. Sanhith pointed to her then, eyebrows raised.

"Kate." She pointed to herself. "Kate."

"Kut. Kute." He shook his head, clearly frustrated. Kate had always thought her name was pretty simple, but he seemed to have trouble with it. Sanhith frowned, and then said, "Keshini." He reached out then, and tentatively touched her hair, where it fell, damp and tangled, against her shoulder. He touched it as if it were magic.

It made Kate uneasy, the idea of giving up her name. But maybe it would make life easier here, if she had a name they were comfortable with, that they could pronounce. And 'Keshini' sounded nice, at least. She wished she knew why he was touching her hair, though. That made her uneasy too.