Another week, another ROW80 check-in plus WIPpet Wednesday post…
I’m on roll here. Almost two months worth of posts again. Yay me!
Seriously, yay me. It’s hard to get back into doing things after a long hiatus, and even harder when Life has been busy piling on its blessings of extra things to deal with. And of course, it’s the holiday season with its standard package of events and obligations… and memories.
I don’t deal well with the holiday season.
My goals aren’t suffering for this burst of motivation. I’ve managed, on average, around 800 words a day. Most of it is brain dumps and plotting ideas, but it’s been good for exploring stories and feelings reactions… New story is coming a bit slower, but I’ve managed to add around 100-300 words almost every day, just not every day.
For my creativity bursts, I’ve been doing some daily drawing practice, trying out techniques and seeing what I could come up with in 10-20 minute bursts of drawing. As I used to draw from an image and then tweak to my tastes, having to free-style it has been an interesting challenge. I’m learning more about what sorts limitations I work best within and how to work around them.
Limits seem to be the best creativity boosters I’ve found lately. Trying to write or draw just “anything” always seems to become nothing. But if I set a limit, a number of words or a posture… somehow I can get “something” on the page.
I’ll have to start Instagraming the pictures so I can post them here as well as Facebook.
And yes, the rest of my goals, to type in pages and to get packing/house-clearing done are progressing… slowly.
This week’s entry for WIPpet Wednesday is 14 sentences (plus one lead-in from last week’s post) of Singer of the Swan Song. We’re still in the opening chapter., and I’m really hoping for feedback on whether this would “hook” you all as a reader.
Maths: 12/20/18… add all the digits, then count two fragments as a sentence 😉
She felt herself start to fall and reached out again. “Mama!”
Smelly muck splashed about her as she landed face-first, just missing the paving cobbles. Her outstretched arm hit one, hard.
It hurt so very much, her breath caught in her throat. The hiccups almost came. ‘Tara forced them back. She wouldn’t cry. The boys had taught her that in their games. The more she cried, the more they’d torment her. But when she’d stiffened her lip and choked back the pain, they’d petted her, telling her how strong and brave she was. Just like them. Not like the twins’ snippy sister.
Her parents had sent her away because she wasn’t strong and brave.
But what if… ‘Tara didn’t know if she could be more scared than she was already, but she had cried a lot the day ‘Listii’d been hurt. Was Mama sending her away now too?
Interested in more? Interested in joining in? Being a WIPpeteer is pretty easy. First, you have to write something (that’s the hardest bit) and then you have to post it to your blog on Wednesday, using what we call “WIPpet Maths”… which really means, fudge around with the numbers on the date until you come up with something that fits what you’d like to share.
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