Yay! Time for another WIPpet post and ROW80 check-in.
Today is the 28th of August, so here are 28 sentences from my Was Variation fanfic. Please, enjoy and comment, if you choose.
As I’ve said before, the Was Variation involves characters from Swan Song “all growed up” (so to speak). All fanfics are ways to explore the fictional worlds of other writers we enjoy. Some writers write stories based on their own inner desires, some write fanfiction to see if they can do as well as their heroes or to explore fully those characters that were only touched on in the original work.
I like to create back story and histories for secondary characters.
If you were to write a fanfiction, what reason would you be doing it for?
(No fancy WIPpet math today… sorry.)
Atyriia drove the carriage to her home. She spent the ride in silence. The blue-green crystal ribbon of road offered an oceanic calm to her tired mind. Even the cacophony of wildflowers bordering their route came off as soothing, a distraction from the mental contact that hounded her. Desperate to feel alone within her mind, to know her thoughts once more belonged to her only, she avoided looking at the towering hedge of black roses that blocked further views of the world and the fields she knew lay beyond them.
Soon the castle appeared in their sights. Actually two buildings made one, a bridge connected the second story of each unit. To her mind, its crystalline transparency made plain her failure to confirm a bond between family and duty. The white walls and lofty gilt turrets of her family abode stood in naked contrast to the gray walls and silent stone faces of the statue-line balconies of her administrative halls.
She watched as Gillian raised an eyebrow at the architecture. She understood the feeling. She’d designed the place, yet it struck her as madness unrestrained as well.
As they entered the courtyard, the man’s curiosity turned. Were she still inclined to resume his long neglected lessons, she might have started with reminding the man to not shudder at another’s artistic fancy. But the truth was that she’d specifically requested it all, even the fountain as it was, to gain such a reaction. A pity it never worked on the ones she’d designed it for.
Lies… All of it lies. She gazed at the water fixture taking in the soft-worn figures; lioness, she-wolf, and woman. Though she had intended the she-wolf as her essence made manifest in the way the lioness was AJenna’s, too often she saw herself as the woman who lay prone as fangs rent her flesh in the eternity that was stone.
“One of your folk legends?” the wizard asked as he motioned to the fountain.
“Somewhat. The power of the animus and the frailty of the flesh… To remember our place in the designs of Nature humbles us.” She twitched the reins of the team then pulled back lightly. The horses slowed to a stop, dancing lightly, the left one nipping at his teammate. “Ho, Gishan,” she chided the beast. “Save that for the fields.”
The young stallion turned his head and gave her a wide-toothed nicker. She imagined the creature’s reply: ‘I’ll be ready then too.‘
K.L. Schwengel at My Random Muse hosts the WIPpet Wednesdays where writers post pieces of a draft (Work In Progress) that somehow relate with the date for commentary and consideration. Feel free to comment here, and visit other #WIPpeteers at our linky. We love company.
Getting back on track after a conference where I had given myself permission to not write, to not blog,… to not worry amount anything online for the several days of the Northeast Unschooling Conference. This year my husband came with my son and I to the conference–a situation that changes the mental dynamic of anything I do outside the house. I’m not complaining; I am glad he came and glad we had more family time together… It’s just that a convention interferes with my head. A convention where my seven-year old son comes along adds its own level of stress and disruption….
A conference where I’d hoped my very introverted and skeptical husband might see why I feel attracted to the Unschooling philosophy I knew would be more than my little head needed to handle even without trying to think coherently about writing or editing or blogging or…
Instead of writing or anything else… I read my book in stolen moments and retired to the desk in our hotel room with headphones in my laptop to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Ghost Hunt. I watched about two hours of videos this weekend and read about twenty pages of my books.
However, over the four days of the convention and the picnic the day after, I got a lot of exercise scurrying down hallways between our room where my husband was hiding was all the other convention attendees and the rest of the hotel where our son was running around with other kids, playing in elevators (though he wasn’t, as far as I can discover, one of the ones who was playing with the emergency brakes on the elevators)…. and performing a dance routine for the talent show.
Yeah… it was one of those weekends. Lots of fun, lots of really awesome stuff and a lot of stress at the same time…. I love conventions. Conventions are energizing, awakening experiences. They’re also the most exhausting things I participate in on a semi-regular basis.
I’m rested up now. I got three of my five sentences done. Times to finish this post so I can get the other two done, and maybe more…..
And tomorrow, I’ll be doing my WIPpet visits, my sponsor visits, and… writing, editing and beta-reading a fellow writer’s book. Progress, delays, progress again…
So how was your week?
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