I missed last Wednesday because… reasons. One of those reasons was that I felt I had nothing word saying about my progress. I keep finding cool distractions and things to explore though, and so, I’m going to add a few today…
As we all know, the internet is not just made up of cats, it’s got a lot of words too.
Like online Magnetic Poetry…. where one can play with a few of their sets free
Classes… I have three classes going on with FutureLearn at the moment. No, they aren’t official “classes” where I’ve expended a large amount of money for a potential degree, but they do demand time and brainpower.
Well, I guess, three classes just isn’t enough. Though, given the present political climate in the US, this seems more like a necessity than any other . So… now another class: Calling Bullshit
Oh, and I have finally been writing again, both in my Unnamed Story and my dedicated WIPs. I even managed to get some of work out to my critique group this past Wednesday, so I’m finally feeling on track–behind, true, but back on track for my goals of this ROWnd. And my research level for all of this is incredibly high… Always doing something it seems, these days.
As much as I can’t wait for this month’s local RWA meeting (The Art And Science Of Writing Deep POV), I’m kind of glad I’m not going this weekend. I want to work a bit more on CTSS so I’ll be ready, emotionally, if not otherwise, for the workshop.
Which brings me to work and Works In Progress in particular… leading up to the fact that it is WIPpet Wednesday. I have something! (Actually, I have plenty of somethings, but one will do, since today is the 1st of March and we always try to make WIPpets suit the day, but I’m giving y’all three paragraphs for the month. :-D)
This WIPpet is from Courting in the Swan Song Series. The “he” is Alanii. And this would actually be about page six in the most recent revision of the book, if it were a paperback on a shelf.
At a loss for a better idea, he pasted on a hopeful smile. “You could always, um, take me on… as a recruit.”
Lanilis Kailiis blinked. “I—could—take you on?” The man shook his head as if trying to clear it. “When your escort is brought in, I’ll be sure to have them bring you direct to your bed, my lord. You must have gathered a chill from waiting in the rain.”
“I—” Alanii forced his gaping jaw closed. He pursed his lips, then, gave in to the urge to kick the small lump of earth under his foot. At last he gave half-shrug. “I’m fine. We had far more rain on the trip from (name of town) to Darshalia.”
That’s all I have for today (at least all I feel like writing about. I have this big mental stew about the whole thing with Berkeley and Milo and the Media, and who said what and did what and thought what… and it just doesn’t need to be here. Or anywhere, really. Giving these issues as much air-time as we do seems to make them proliferate like roaches.*