I wrote 6.1K words today. HOW MANY DID YOU WRITE?? CONFESS.
Here is a little excerpt, as usual, from 1st draft of CORNERS.
At first none of them could understand what has happened or where they were. The sky and the surface around them blended into one color, the color of ink, with rare reddish or pinkish splashes of what could be sun flares or reflections on water. Water. It appeared they landed on an island composed of porous membranes and honeycombs and silt and all around it—the island was small, less than a mile long—the ocean licked the shore. It did lick it. It was that thick. Each wave stretched out and tried to touch them like a tongue.
Bells shrieked and scooted back, away from the waterline.
Peacock didn’t move, mesmerized. “It’s just like I thought.”
His friends looked on with horror at one wave that dared to inch closer, rolling yellow and grey foam at its very tip forming something like a finger and hovering a hair-width above Peacock’s sneakers. It looked like it wanted to touch him. It was afraid. It retracted, heaved, and returned with a new eagerness, this time bubbling around both of Peacock’s feet to his cry of exaltation. He stretched out his hand.
“Don’t touch it!” Cried Bells, her eyes two round saucers. It was hard to breathe. She gulped for air, unable to satisfy her lungs. “Peacock!”
“Huh?” He turned his head, dazed.
“Where are we?”
“On Solaris.” He turned back, stretching out his hand to pet the animal, or the wave, or the living being that the ocean around them was. It behaved like an organism with a certain level of intelligence, and it both unnerved and fascinated Bells, who looked back at Grand and Rusty for support.
Grand pressed himself to a wet slimy outcrop, looking straight ahead of him and wheezing in terror.
Rusty squatted directly on the shore, evidently having already made friends with the ocean that bulged and shrunk under his hand, behaving like an animal that was scratched behind its ears, if it had any ears. “It likes me!” Rusty told astounded Bells and got back to stroking the gluey substance.
“Why did you get us here?” Asked Bells Peacock in her shrill bossy voice.
“It was my turn to do a joke.” Grinned Peacock, pleased with himself. In another moment, he frowned. They all did.
The island shifted. It tilted slowly to one side, careened to another, and the inky ocean around it crept closer, making it smaller, making it sink.
“Well, good job, you pissant.” Said Bells crossly. “We can’t stay here. It looks like it’s about to swallow us.”
“I can’t breathe.” Croaked Grand. He pulled at the edge of his t-shirt in an attempt to free him throat from a tentacle that circled around him like a snake.
“Grand!” Bells jumped to her feet. “Guys, help!”
She run up to him and started whacking at the tentacle, which oozed into another shape and enveloped Bells into a cocoon. Her face turned green. She fought for air, pounding with fists on the inside of the liquid that pulsed around her in an excited bubble.