Monthly Archives: December 2017

I Didn’t Come To — a #WeWriWa post

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Mornin’ All!

Welcome to my long-intended return to the Weekend Writing Warriors. Back when I stopped participating in this bloghop it was because I realized I couldn’t participate as fully as I wanted. Silly me. I loved this group (even bought some books because of it and have eventually joined the RWA because of the works I read here. So I will be returning, posting an installment, only twice a month now instead of trying to manage every week.

What is WeWriWa?  It’s a bloghop where authors post a small snippet of a piece of one of their stories.  There’s a bit more to it than that, but if you want the quick and dirty so you can jump on in, the rules are simple enough:

  • Add your name and genre(s) to the most recent post on the WeWriWa site
  • Post a link to the WeWriWa site on your blog/Sunday post
  • Keep your excerpt 10 sentences or less (8-10, no more!)
  • Visit other WeWriWa authors and experience their work

(Find a complete set on the WeWriWa page as well as links to pages of all the authors involved. Check it out.)


Today’s snippet is a new beginning of sorts.  In many ways…   For today, I am offering 10 sentences from the new opening for the Swan Song Series: Courting, a fantasy romance I’m preparing for entry to the Golden Heart Awards.  I wouldn’t be doing it if you all hadn’t inspired my interest in the romance genre.

“This better not take long—oh!” The woman stood in the larder entry, her full skirts and elaborate coif nearly blocking all the light coming down the staircase “Disgusting!”

Wrist-deep in intestines and mince, Visse closed her eyes. Where had the woman been? Here she’d been stuffing puddings for the past demi alone, and now that she was nearly done, Her Glory had finally deigned to arrive, dressed for a party as opposed to pantry duty.

“Preparing Lady Kesselan’s special sweet sausage for the feast tomorrow. Your portion is over there.”

Visse watched as Kiriina stood, staring at the stool Visse had directed her to, eyes blinking madly. “I didn’t come to—.”

Thank you for reading; I hope you enjoyed the snippet. If writing-related challenges and projects are your thing, check out the ROW80 for how to write and live and WIPpet Wednesday for more snippets and characters to love.

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A New Thing: #SoCS (Stream of Consciousness Saturday)

Today I’m trying something new because two of my favorite writing people (Shan and Fallon) have participated in this bloghop for a while and caught my curiosity with their creative posts.  So…  here I go, trying something new.

Following the rules (found here), this piece is raw.  Not even WIPpet raw, where I’m usually posting a piece that I’ve sketched out and done some minor edits on.  Typos will be fixed, but that’s pretty much it.

The prompt for today is “contrast“.  Either I must use the word or the post itself must involve contrasts in some way.


Vartanian walked toward the ruin, the dark stone round and worn in the twilight shadows.  Behind him, he heard the rest of the men murmuring softly to their mounts, settling their packs, the relaxed bustle of a hundred other evenings.  A camp like any others, three walls and a ceiling tumbled to the sky…

But it wasn’t like the others, not really.  Vartanian supposed he should have expected it.  After all, he’d heard the rumors too.  But after all these years seeing the lad grow up, knowing how gentle he was—he’d sworn his life to the service of this young man, so sure he had been of Alanii Vestimiir’s noble heart!—, now Vartanian held his wounded arm tight against his side, staunching the bleeding, knowing as second in command he had to take charge of the men and hold them back.  Knowing, and dreading, that he had to protect Alanii now, despite the creature that had filled the man only moments ago.

Creatures that he’d helped hunt down only ten years ago.

Just ahead of him, he heard a snap, then saw a small flame build and take, chasing away the oncoming night.  Light against dark, hope against despair…  life against death.  He knew where his loyalties lay.


Hope you enjoyed this piece.  The characters are from the world of my Swan Song Series books (this scene came to me because I was editing photos from our England trip this past Spring).

Oops…

I missed my Wednesday post. Head was… not in this sphere I guess. (I actually wrote most of it as a draft, but then messed up the publish).

There’ll be a WIPpet for next Wednesday, and… if I think I can pull it off, I’m going to try a new thing called a Stream of Consciousness Saturday tomorrow. We’ll see.  Consistency is a process too. Thank you all for bearing with me while I develop more.