Not a thousand, but better than zero.
(That’s words written today on The Book, in case you were wondering.)
And I also discovered that there is no magic in this world–none that really works, anyway–and that my main character is not, in fact, an orphan. She might as well be, though. Her mother is fairly useless.
Also: more saints. This is a very saint-heavy religion, and I discovered late this afternoon that everyone in this world picks a “heart-saint” at some point: a saint to whom you feel a special connection and to whom you offer special personal devotion.
Tomorrow: more writing, or maybe I’ll abandon all my valuable principles and spend the day reading in bed instead. (There should be a National Reading in Bed day, and it should be an official holiday on which everything, up to and including airports, is closed.)