partly

That hasn't happened lately. It makes it hard to write when you don't like the finished product.

It may be that I'm too critical of the work. Or it may be that what I write really doesn't capture the feeling I'm aiming for. More than likely it's a little of both.

Anyhow... this is what I wrote:

The man -- Stennin, Bishop remembered -- was muscular and athletic, but had the look of someone who hadn't eaten or slept. His clothes were caked with dirt and were torn; Bishop could see the marks of half healed wounds though some of the rips. The shirt and pants looked strangely medieval as did his leather vest and boots. He had long, dirty black hair that hung in unequal lengths about his face, high cheekbones, piercing black eyes and a dark olive complexion. Bishop could see the start of a tattoo on the left side of his face and beads and feathers hung from a chain that was either attached to his hair or ear, Bishop couldn't tell which. The light that had seemed so bright when he first opened his eyes was fading into dusk and the figure in front of him seemed to blend unnaturally well into the burgeoning shadows.

I should be able to finish the scene tonight. Yay, me! It will be good to have another entry up at