Closed inside the bay as we were, the silence was absolute and somehow heavy, unbroken by the sound of birds or insects or human life; here the jungle, damp and emerald-colored, crowded eagerly around the rim of the water, flourishing heavy fronds and branches as though hungry for more than sunlight. Even the brush seemed unnaturally lush, almost cancerous - one could not help but feel that the profusion of leaves, bark, and large scentless flowers was a protective mantle the jungle wore to disguise its more elaborate and deadly traps.
Ha. Can you tell he got paid by the word?
Today I reached the 2/3 mark in my manuscript for “The Collected Works of JE Echwell”. Part 2, the section I have just finished, is “Tales of Travel and Adventure”, where our narrator escapes from the ghouls and monsters of Part 1, only to find himself chasing smugglers, escaping gun-toting outlaws, and doing his best to avoid poisonings, drownings, lions, gunshots, and international intrigues.
Part 2 was a lot of fun to write. I will miss working on it. Next up is Part 3, “Selections from Moral Novels”, which I doubt will be as much of a pleasure.
