Hi! It’s been (or seems like it’s been) AGES since I posted a WIPpet last. Almost a year… I’ve tried to get myself back into regular writing and regular posting (thank you, ROW80, for that boost), and now I’m trying to branch back out to some of the other blogging bits I loved.
Since the WIPpet was first of my writing bloghop loves, it makes sense I’d post here first.
Now, a year later and I’m getting so old and decrepit, I’m not sure I’m up to a solid run of WIPpet maths. So I’m going the lazy route. Thirty sentences from a section I’ve JUST written (so yeah, a bit rough) of the that Unnamed Story I used to post here. Five for the month of June and 25 for the day.
I confess, I wasn’t super careful about counting, because I’m never quite sure how to count those one word sentences. The number should be close.
The Dean sighed. “You looked like you needed a distraction.” This time the man did reach for the lighter.
Though he’d have preferred to let the air clear itself, he tipped the table lightly with his boot so the cylinder slid down to the man’s hand. “Remind me the next time I’m doing admissions to put you in a class with the diplomatic pool.”
Lan grunted before he lit his cigar. “We each have our specialties.”
‘Listii resettled himself with a nod to the other man. “True. Thanks.”
They spent a small moment or two discussion the recent training class and Vant’s present performance. But it was a dangerous topic at the present, as least as far as he was concerned. And though Lan was clearly trying to avoid saying it, the man was the one to give up the woman’s name.
“Atyr noticed it–” Lan stopped himself short, then tipped his head apologetically. “Sorry. I know this has been difficult. At least according to Alanii she’s taken a T2. She won’t sense the varia if you don’t let her.”
‘Listii chewed his lip, knowing the gesture would stave Lan from anything more. When he’d finally gathered himself enough to speak, he didn’t waste words. Until last night Lan had been one of only three people to know the truth about his feelings for Atyr. The man hadn’t been more than gently accepting of the sacrifices he’d made for the woman in all the time he’d known.
And ‘Listii thought he preferred it that way.
“She knows about it. We ended up talking last night.”
Well that had to be a first, he thought to himself as the older man started to gasp then choke on the mouthful of smoke he’d taken. “She—is that why you came racing down here this morning like a first year trainee with one of us after his hide?”
‘Listii didn’t wince at the analogy as accurate as it was, only because he’d spent as long as he had training for his profession. The fact that he needed to call on his training though also spoke volumes. And the fact that Lan had seen fit to ask spoke another ten or so volumes.
At least, Lan’s misapprehensions were easy to settle. “I left her, Lan, not the other way around.”
So that’s it for me. Why don’t you head over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members? Thanks and memorial chocolate to KLSchwengel for her inspiring me to this party a few years ago and to the delightful Emily Witt who is holding the crew together with all our silliness. 😀