I had a hard time figuring out what to use for my #WIPpet today. Since today is the 22nd, it felt a bit rude to give you 22 paragraphs. I’m never sure when I count sentences if those one word exclamations such as “Mother!” or “F*ck!” should count as sentences or not (I usually count in favor of them being sentences). And tossing you all in with completely new characters seems a bit rude too…
I’m giving you four paragraphs…2 plus 2 from 22. I’m sticking with Alanii’s story in Swan Song a bit longer, but moving on to what is starting to look like it will be Chapter 5… which works for the month of May.
Alanii felt himself start from the dream—no, that was no dream, that had been a horror—and one he’d have sooner forgotten. Instead, a sudden awareness that something was wrong took him. Not something as vivid as the terror he’d just imagined. This was vaguer, less tangible, but so much more omnipresent. Something was going to happen, soon. He didn’t know what, but he knew.
Not worrying much about propriety, he grabbed up his breeches and stumbled out of the bedroom that he’d been given. A flash of something like warning, a sense that he dare not attract too much attention to himself made him stop short of making more noise however, and he ducked himself back into his room and pulled on enough clothing that he would not risk being caught naked if he were seen prowling the halls.
Seen? he realized with some unease that he hadn’t been seen already. Where was the guardsman who normally would have been posted outside his doorway? When he’d gone to bed, it had been one of Lanilis Kailiis’s normal escort, and though he knew the soldiers traded off and on during the night, he should have at least seen that man, if not another semi-familiar face.
Empty Halls
Instead, the hallway had been empty.
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ROW80 Check-in
Since Sunday I managed to keep pace most days with my writing. I missed my five sentences yesterday due to being sick. I hate migraines, but they are somewhat treatable with a prescription. Food poisoning…it took me out from Monday afternoon to last night.
Dandelion Love
No day is a complete waste. I’m starting to learn that. Even though I didn’t feel much energy to write, I got a little reading done, I did some editing, and I watched a few of my favorite shows again with a critical eye. While screenwriters have to move things faster (and can because they don’t need to offer descriptions of place and character as much), they still need to foreshadow events; they need to develop characters so we feel attracted to them, stuff like that.
So I watched some Grimm and Doctor Who to see why I liked certain characters more than others. I tried to see where different producers used the same situation to a different effect…
I did nothing major for my ROW80 Fitness goals, just some running and skipping with my son on Monday before his fencing lesson. I’m up for some jaunting today though. 😀
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Many Worlds From Many Minds 