Welcome again to another installment of the WIPpet (and a special, End of ROWnd ROW80 post found down here.)
Well, I did a bit a creative WIPpet math again with this post since it seemed pretty rude to keep adding paragraph after paragraph on to these posts just because the calendar says it’s later in the month. So I’m giving you 25 sentences (19 for the day, 6 more for the month) and six small paragraphs for the numbers 2,0,1 and 3 of the year.
This WIPpet mostly follows directly after the piece I posted last week. For the first time since they were very young children (before Vissellii was sent to foster at their aunt’s home at age six), ‘Ssellii has heard her brother ‘Listii speak and act as if he’s aware of the world they live in. She wants to know how their uncle’s DesertWalker maid, Uunsa, was able to make this happen when no one else had been able to reach Valistii in over fifteen years.
‘Ssellii has sent the maid out, not wanting Uunsa’s presence to interfere with her talking to her brother:
Instead, ‘Listii glanced at the floor this time to the place he’d crouched only just before. Then he shrugged. “Maybe.”
‘Ssellii didn’t pursue the matter. It was an answer—probably the only answer he had. And it was only a distraction anyway. She wanted to ask what those strange words were before the maid returned. She nodded then cleared her throat…softly, drawing his attention from his own distress as best as she could. “‘Listii, what does ‘Vesmai luu itau‘ mean?”
Again, the man’s gaze focused on her. The same intensity, the same fierce attention… She again found herself staggered by his reaction, and this time she’d even somewhat expected it.
This time she was able to speak, though it wasn’t at all easy. “Please, ‘Listii, what does it mean?”
He blinked. Once, then twice. A small frown covered his lips as he pursed them thoughtfully. “I don’t know. It’s important. She told me to never forget.”
“Uunsa,” she said grimly. She was already dreading that conversation when it came.
“No.” There was no hesitation in ‘Listii’s voice. Another touch of petulance filled it, this time tinged with disbelief and even anger. “Uunsa shouldn’t say it.” His raven-eyed gaze flashed at her. He continued, scolding. “Not you either. She said it was for us and no one else. Just us…”
The petulance, if that’s what it was, collapsed then. A mournfulness overtook him. He looked at the floor. Some kind of murmur overtook his voice, but he couldn’t hear enough to understand what he said.
“What ‘Listii? I didn’t hear—” she stopped short as he looked back up at her.
Tears flowed in rivers down his face.
She blinked. “‘Listii?” Despite her desire to maintain a calm presence she rose and went over to his side. “‘Listii, what’s wrong? Why are you—don’t cry. I won’t say that anymore if it makes you sad.” She dabbed his check with her lap scarf. “Please don’t cry. There’s no need to cry.”
Instead of reducing his tears, her words of comfort seemed only to add to his distress, and soon he wasn’t only crying softly but weeping in full torrents. Weeping, howling, whimpering… tears of something long lost, long destroyed but unforgettable.
And so very much like a child, she thought, a child who felt the world had ended.
There it is. I hope you’ve enjoyed your introduction to Valistii and Vissellii. Next week I will be moving on to two other major players in the Swan Song series.
Creation of K.L. Schwengel at My Random Muse, #WIPpet writers post pieces of a draft (Work In Progress) that somehow relate with the date for commentary and consideration. Feel free to comment and visit other #WIPpeteers. We love the company.
For those of you in the ROW80, you probably are doing something similar to me–that is:
- looking over your original goals for this ROWnd (mine are here)
- figuring out places where I met my goals and didn’t
- planning my course of action for the next ROWnd (no post on that yet)
I have to be honest. The reassessment that comes at then end of each Round of Words in 80 Days just feels strange. Perhaps it’s because I’m constantly reassessing my efforts from check-in to check-in, or perhaps it is because I realize how far my goals have traveled from their original declaration … every time.
At least this time, I can say that I didn’t lose sight so much as I normally do. Granted, I’m still somewhat behind, but I’ve made consistent progress on my goals. I’ve been writing daily, about 2000 words because of the JuNoWriMo, but I also have found a pace again in my 750word.com writing. Swan Song is coming along wonderfully. I haven’t dealt much with The Singer, but Courting and Refrain (name??) are both gaining well. My ROW80 Fitness goals (even rest goals and pursuit of passions) are going extremely well. I’ve even managed a consistent blogging schedule.
Everything is moving at a steady pace, and I’m not sure where I would change much at this point.
Well, except for Release… I really need to figure out something to do with Release.
It doesn’t seem to have a home anyplace these days.
It frustrates me. Release was the very first manuscript I was ever able to put the words “The End” on. It does need work to even it out (things like starting in the right place, etc.), but it is a good story.
It just no longer fits in the world of these characters. And beyond a complete rewrite, it never will. Am I being silly for wishing I didn’t need to go through it with the editorial version of napalm?
Have you been in this place before? And if so, what did you do?
The ROW80 Writing Challenge is the brainchild of author Kait Nolan who felt that, in a world of WriMos and FastDrafts, people who want become authors need something that promoted the daily habit of the writing life. Feel free to visit some of our other members here.