One of my goals for 2025 is to draft a novel. This is how it’s going so far.
65,371
Words written
667
per session
325
per day
last updated: 8/16/2025
Benchmarked against a 100k word target, here's the outlook based on that pace.
115 days left
at current pace
12/8/2025
estimated completion
last updated: 8/16/2025
This is a summary of the story so far (according to NotebookLM)
[Seekers] introduces Rosalin and Elias, two individuals traveling together through a world where magic, known as The Firmament, is a tangible force. Rosalin is presented as a powerful and mysterious figure, haunted by a violent past as the "Blood Queen." Elias, initially a young man mourning his family and village after a devastating attack, discovers his own burgeoning magical abilities. Together they face a spreading corruption and attempt to avoid the politically charged presence of the Tyrakhet nation, which leads Elias to question Rosalin's motives and methods. Their journey involves navigating dangerous cities like Brinecliff, battling magically corrupted creatures and individuals, and uncovering deeper secrets about The Watcher and Seekers, all while their relationship evolves from an uneasy alliance to a more complex, co-dependent bond.
And below are a handful of spoiler-light excerpts
The rain quenched the fires, plunging the village into an inky fuzz. Some of the shadows moved, filling in doorways or peering around corners, watching Rosalin as she walked, soaking. Others were frozen, motionless, curled into balls and camouflaged against charred wood or stone. She felt them watching her, too. Small lights began to appear, flickering to life in windows, spilling out of bare door frames—candles and enchanted items. Both provide…
"Are you planning on discarding anything else?" Casimir stepped down from his dais, striding with confidence toward Rosalin. He stopped just before her, his head a few inches higher than hers. "I'm sure we could find you something more fitting of your station if you wanted to replace this." His voice dropped into a low, smooth rumble as he rubbed the worn fabric of Rosalin's tunic between his thumb and forefinger. "How generous. Quite foolish of…
"Fresh air," Rosalin croaked. Elias hurried over, draping their arms around his neck and nearly dragging them both back to the rear service entrance. He sat them down against a wall a block away from the building and disappeared to re-lock the door. When he returned to them, Bodie was slumped over on the ground and Rosalin had a hand covering her face. "What's going on? What do you need?" The words butted up against one another as they rushed o…
Tugging on the Firmament she felt the edges of the wound tighten and press against the dagger. As cords of muscles deep under her skin found one another and rewound, the blade shifted up the wound track. Rosalin's eyes sprang open and she gasped, her world flashing into a uniform white. "You'll have to pull it out," she said when fuzzy shapes and a semblance of color returned to her vision. The words tumbled out through gaps in her clenched teet…
The Void Lands were a vast stretch of empty, broken earth. Cracks, crevices, and fissures divided the ground every few feet, creating millions and millions of tiny, parched islands crowded against one another. The token browns and greens of chaparral were replaced with a uniform bleached white that met the horizon in every direction. Tangles of petrified, near-black branches twisted into patches of tight knots that dotted the landscape. Others wh…