Good morning and welcome (a day late) to my WIPPet WednesThursday post. Today I’m doing something a bit different, going back to a story I’ve been wanted to resurrect for some time, Release, the first book of the Parvenu series. I think I’ve mentioned it before during my ROW80 check-ins and in other posts.
I started writing it in college and finished my first real beta-able draft around 2000…. and then after scurrying under a rock because I hadn’t learned how to handle constructive criticism* yet, I hid the story away for years. Oh I would tug it out on occasion to tweak things I knew my readers were right about or to fix things I had had my own doubts about.
But basically, I haven’t done much with it in over ten years. Not the way it deserves. I’ve tried to finish the Swan Song series stories which are pre-history to Parvenu.
But I do believe in the story, and since one of my beta readers contacted me a week ago and asked what I’d done with it and would she be seeing it again for proofing (she worked as an editor for the day job), I figured I should bring it out, dust it off and slowly work on it.
My emphasis remains on getting the Swan Song series finished, but I can, and will, make some time to work on Release again.
Now the WIPPet
The narrator is Kieri Vestimorn (you’ve met him in some other snippets as an adult), and he’s telling about something that happened to him as a kid.
Somewhat convoluted maths here:
- seventh chapter for seventh month (July)
- second scene for the 2nd
- twenty paragraphs through for the 20 in 2015
- fifteen lines (of my document) for the 15 in 2015
Warning… mild swearing
His blue eyes were both serious and, now that I think of it, a bit hurt. He took his self-inflicted responsibility to us seriously. Once more, I got the feeling that he was doing this all for a reason–as if it was duty or something.
“Come with me, kid. We need to have a serious talk.”
I expected one of his lectures on life. If I weren’t so loudmouthed, he might have surprised me. But I was, and he didn’t. It was a bad situation all around.
Sure anything Chaz wanted to tell me in private was common knowledge anyway, I stayed my ground. He just looked disappointed, muttering something like ‘Someday, brother, I’ll get you back’ to the air. Then he addressed me.
“It’s your pride.”
I glowered at him. “My pride! Since when have you given a damn about my pride? Always talking about me behind my back, making jokes about Vanis and–“
He drew back as if hit. “You think I am doing shit like that? That any of us are? Get a clue, kid. We don’t have time to play those games. We are just trying to survive. Yeah, and get out if we can manage it.”
Like what you read? If so, head over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other members for more awesomeness. Two pieces of cheesecake (all that’s left) to KLSchwengel for hosting the sprint and putting up with all our silliness. 😀
* Not that all the criticism was constructive. I’m sure I’m not the only one who gets bothered by “You should do this because such-and-such best seller does it that way, and I like that kind of book“.