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Ideas of Beauty

Hello, Friends and Readerly Peeps!

Welcome to another installment of WIPpet Wednesday. This little bloghop started a by KL Schwengel a few years back. Here we share a small snippet of a WIP or Work in Progress for your pleasure. The number of words, sentences or paragraphs depends on the date… abstractly. We choose the amount we share based on what we called WIPpet Maths. Usually there is even some mathematical calculation involved. 🙂

But before I step into that, let me share a bit of my ROW80 progress:

  • writing – some every day, but not always 750 words
  • typing – two days of three
  • blogging – on track
  • exercise – need more
  • house stuff – LOTS of mortgage paperwork and some packing

The rest of this month I need to focus more on house stuff—packing especially!—but just getting rid of things we won’t ever use too.  I can guarantee my writing  counts will be down, and I’m (mostly) O.K. with that.

WIPpet

I’m not using maths today for my WIPpet. Because it’s just before Valentine’s Day, just before that day commercial/public declarations of love, here’s a scene from March/Promenade (where I’m still trying to bring all my MCs together in one place) in a prelude to love. Perhaps… Or, it could be a I chose six rather long sentences (or three paragraphs) because the maths worked (2+1+3=6, 2+1=3 or 3). 😀

In this scene, ‘Listii has arrived to meet with Alanii in the summer barracks of the Royal Guard just before the men must head to the city outskirts and greet the returning troops coming in from the battlefields.

‘Listii watched as Alanii slowly eased himself out from behind the small desk, barely disturbing the rolled ciphers that he’d been engrossed in reviewing only moments ago. ‘Listii couldn’t help but note the man’s fluid stride, the effortlessness to his movement. A mixture of observations, his own and all those ‘Listii had experienced second-hand, filled him. Ideas of beauty, images from men and women both as to what was desirable, what defined want…

Driven as he’d been by this strange Call, divinely inspired or not the opinions he’d experienced could not say for certain, ‘Listii felt a certain amount of satisfaction that if he had to be forever forsworn to a man from now on in place of the ‘tianei he’d shared with Atara, that at least Alanii was nearly as beautiful as she’d been.

From what little he’d gathered about the Heir’s feelings on the matter, Alanii wasn’t going to resent him for what Fate had forced them to be to each other, that there was even some admiration perhaps in the Heir’s eyes for what ‘Listii might be able to offer in such a relationship, that perhaps the Heir saw something beautiful in him as well….

If you enjoyed that, there’s more to be found.  Head on over to the WIPpet linky to visit some our other awesome members.  These days, WIPpet Wednesdays are hosted by Emily Wrayburn at Letting the Voices Out.

Even Louder

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Technically this is a break between ROW80 rounds, so I don’t really have a check-in. Not that there’s much to say anyway… I’ve written, mostly, but I took a break from everything for the holiday and family gatherings. Still have a few more of those to get to yet, as well as writing up my Round 1 Goals for the Round of Words.

For now… I have a WIPpet for you from Singer of the Swan Song. This will be the last of that story for a while. The brain has demanded a different focus… or perhaps a lack of focus. I’ve been drawn back toward the roots of my stories and how the universe developed in the first place.

That means Jayce and the Wheeled Warriors fanfiction all January… 😀

As before, this snippet follows directly after last week’s excerpt, Brave. Many, many thanks to Shan and Beth for their thoughtful crit-comments on that piece. I definitely got some ideas to work with there.

For today’s WIPpet maths, I added the 1+2 from 12 to make three, then added a holiday extra.  And it finished this section just right, I think.

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 gotten hurt. Was Mama sending her away now too?

Swallowing hiccups and tears as best she could, Atara pushed herself to her feet, even making a show of using her hurt arm so Mama could see how strong she was being. “I’m okay, Mama,” she said when she slipped again. This time she caught herself from getting a mouthful of the icky muck, but her legs splayed so wide in her efforts to control her fall that all the hurts of this week, the unhealed pain from the horned beast’s attack and what her cousin had done after…

She cried again. It still hurt. Not just the tearing pain in her body, but her head burned so bad.

‘Tara didn’t hear her mother step over; she barely noticed the woman’s enormous shadow fall over her until the woman grabbed up her arm and tugged her to her feet. “Really, Atara! You look like you’ve been wrestling with those ruffians, not behaving like a young lady. Now hush! You’ll wake up the whole house.”

Instead of being able to stifle her tears, Atara cried even louder.

 

I hope you enjoyed this month’s offerings.  Now why not  head over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members? WIPpet Wednesdays are hosted by Emily Wrayburn at Letting the Voices Out.

#WeWriWa: Waiting Work

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It’s a bloghop!

Good morning, and welcome to my newest entry for the Weekend Writing Warriors bloghop. If you link what you see and are interested in participating, 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 follows directly on the heels of my last Weekend Writing Warrior entry A Scullery Maid.  Because of …  stuff, this entry has been lightly edited and creatively punctuated to fit the rules of the Bloghop.

Kiriina nodded, making no move to approach the stool to which she had been directed. “Lady Kessalan insists you attend her with all speed.” She turned and fairly danced up the stone steps, and into the bowels of the kitchens.

Visse sat for a moment and stared at the lime-washed wall of the stairway where Kiriina had just vanished. At last, she returned her attention to the bowl in her lap and the half-filled sausage in it. Better to beg pardon for being late than risk making her aunt’s dinner guest’s ill.

Careful to not break the delicate skin, she tied off the end of the pudding in her hand, then after laying it on the tray, balanced that on her knees long enough to also grab the bowl. When she was sure she had a solid grip on both, she rose. The tray she set on the stool she’d vacated while she took the remaining mix in her bowl and calmly dumped it into Kiriina’s waiting work.

Thank you for reading; I hope you enjoyed the snippet. Come back in two weeks for another bit of Courting A Swan Song