Busy! Busy busy busy!!
It’s not a complaint. Imagining a better couple of days could prove difficult.
In my perfect world, I’d have gotten more writing done and not forgotten to practice guitar three days in a row. But I have a newly tuned piano, and I played my first waltz on it last night–and it sounded like real music! 😀
As the title notes, it’s time for another #WIPpet post and #row80 check-in. So let’s get on to those now….
The #WIPpet blog hop comes to us courtesy of K.L. Schwengel at My Random Muse. Writers post pieces of a draft (Work In Progress) that coincide somehow with the date hoping to attract interest and helpful commentary. As with any skill, writers improve with feedback. Feel free to comment; I appreciate any time and consideration you are willing to give.
I’ll be honest… I didn’t write much of anything new this week. So I’m going to continue from last week’s WIPpet post and give you fifteen paragraphs of Swan Song (most are short, one sentence things).
The Guard commander harumphed something. “Good thing.” The man took a hearty swallow of his own mug and then smiled back to him. “Whatever else your decision to become your own man may end up doing to my career, you’ve certainly given me a few days of good clean entertainment, Andarniis. Courting a Hastorinii!” The man chuckled again. “And here I’d been under the mis-informed opinion that your father hadn’t even chosen you a First Lover…” The man stopped chuckling when Alanii began to look off in distress. “You have had your First Lover, haven’t you?”
Alanii pursed his lips together then idly scratched at the grain of the table. “Not as such… Father had tried finding me one, but it… it didn’t work.”
The guard commander leaned forward slightly. “How so?” Then as Valichii came back from the bath house to rejoin them, nodded to the Hastor. “Congratulations, corporal. It’s not often your House sees its daughters attending the court of the Higher Houses.”
Instead of smiling as the man had earlier during their visits with the Lanii fosterlings or the few times they had been mentioned Vissellii during their afternoon together in the jeweler’s quarter of the city, Valichii grunted. At least the man left it at that and drew up his mug to drink and listen rather than say whatever had inspired his sudden pessimism.
Alanii sighed. He could imagine the Hastor must have heard something as he was approaching their table. Or perhaps he’d figured out the problem already on his own. It wasn’t as if the man didn’t know most of his private affairs. He glanced apologetically to the man, then returned his attention to the guard commander. “I can’t touch most women. It…” He tried to think of a word that could describe the sensation. Pain didn’t fit, nor did repulsion, though it was something of both and more. “It’s just wrong.”
Instead of confusion the guardsman just nodded. “I imagine. And the Hastorinii, she…isn’t wrong?” Before he could answer the man raised a finger and added, “I do know about the ‘tianii you shared with your cousin Atara, my lord. Are you saying you are Called to Vissellii Marae as well?” There was something of an eagerness in the man’s tone that said this would be a wonderful thing.
And of course Alanii could only deny him. “Not that I can tell. At least I don’t feel the same sort of draw to her that I remember feeling toward ‘Tara.”
“Perhaps it’s a lesser link?” the man asked.
Alanii could only shrug. “Maybe. But if it is, it’s much less. Certainly nothing I can actually sense as one. She isn’t there in my flesh the way ‘Tara was even when we were apart. Vissellii is just there when she’s there. Pleasant enough, and she’s gorgeous…” He cocked a glance with something of apology in it toward his friend. “I know I didn’t do things according to tradition, but I wasn’t about to treat her so… so crassly. Whatever ties might or might not end up Calling us to each other, she deserves better than to be assumed my mistress, from me and others.”
The Guard commander listened quietly this time and only nodded when he’d said his piece. “All excellent reasons to choose one’s lady, my lord. But the fact you haven’t taken your First Lover is going… Well, if you mean to honor this relationship and your word to her and her family, you’ve got to fix this now.”
Alanii nodded. “I know.” He wasn’t exactly looking forward to the idea. Not that the idea of losing his virginity bothered him, but the fact that he had set so sudden and brief a deadline on its happening. Such a limit meant hiring a whore and dealing with whatever discomfort that touching the woman with all his body, not only a hand and perhaps his lips might entail without having any chance of stopping until the act was done and over. It meant that he could feel his flesh was being burned from his body for all the world would care. Until he’d performed the proper social rituals, his words to the Laninii and to the Hastor were little more than childish fantasy at best, outright lies at worst.
Lanilis Kailiis glanced over toward Valichii. The Hastor was trying to not frown. “You aren’t bothered by this, corporal?”
Valichii shrugged, but there was an abruptness to his gesture that suggested anger. “Alan meant well, but…”
“I meant what I said, Val,” Alanii said quietly.
The Hastor’s dark-eyed gaze met his stonily. “Where you think we’re going to find you a whore that’ll not offend your delicate sensibilities, eh? Oh, right… You have her now.”
There you go! Thanks for taking the time to read it.
The title says it all… at least where writing is concerned.
I have to wonder if my excursion out to see family last week wore me down more than I thought. I felt vibrant and energized on Friday night when I came home. Then I flumped all day Saturday, reading and playing video games. Sunday I managed my blog post then spent the rest of the day with family (no bad thing there). I read more, typed in old notebook writing and gathered ideas for more stories.
Since that Sunday post, I have done about the same. Yesterday I attended a Findlay Cockrell concert (ironically, he is called a Swan Song pianist–though he’s been saying “Farewell” since 2006) at the Troy Savings Bank Music Hall. Then I went with my husband and son to a rockclimbing/caving gym.
If I needed more inspiration to get in shape, that place offered it. I so wanted to share in the experience and fun with the Boodle. I did try doing some basic wall climbing and read a lot more.
I need to get back to my five sentences. They were helping, but I let them go for a few days. Today I will be able to attend #teamsprinty on Twitter. YES! I love the energy of a good social writing group.
Goal for the rest of the week, which will be including two more concerts, a trip to the Albany Institute tomorrow, and a trip down to the J. Popp Butterfly Conservatory on Saturday is to not miss a single day of five sentences. It’s not a lot, but it’s something. It’s forward motion.
A big thank you to Kait Nolan for the ROW80. If you’d like to help with our fundraiser for fellow writer, Lauralynn Elliot, head over to the ROW80 blog and donate. Or buy one of Lauralynn’s books… You can’t lose there!
Here is the ROW80 linky–go and say “Hi” to some other great writers.