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It’s Saturday Sunday(!) again, and as always, time seems to have flown by since my last Stream of Consciousness Saturday post. Time for a new one (with a new prompt I daren’t use here[against the”rules” this week, you see])… especially since this week isn’t my WeWriWa post week and I missed my Wednesday WIPpet too.
Mostly I’ve been running away into an imaginary world created by Victoria Thompson in her Gaslight Mysteries novels. Why I’ve been running? Life has been… interesting lately. Not bad-bad-bad, but more emotionally difficult than I needed right now.
It’s my propensity for chasing after windmills and trying to fix problems that aren’t my own.
There are times I’d like to trade places with those that I am helping, to be the one receiving the help and not offering, not feeling obliged to give it. And I do feel obliged… not so much because I was asked to help (oddly, I’m less inclined to help when I am asked as when I sense a need and am not).
Eh… I shouldn’t dwell on the crazy. It’s almost a new week and, deals with God not withstanding, I don’t have to keep going this way. Don’t have to look back to know what I need to do to go forward at the moment… the path is clear (muddy, but clear). The moon is lighting it well…
It’s a bloghop!
Good morning, and welcome to today’s Weekend Writing Warriors installment. The rules are simple enough if you’d like to participate:
- 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 (must be done before 9am EST)
- 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.)
Two weeks ago (I am only posting these excerpts every other week because life is cray-cray), I posted the second of my pieces from the new opening of Courting the Swan Song: Puddings. This piece follows directly on that.
“Our Lady Kessalan demanded I attend her to discuss tomorrow’s market visit. She asked me to send you to her to attend her as soon as we finish here.”
Despite her asking, Vissse had not listened, sure whatever Kiriina would say would annoy her more. Instead she smiled slightly, picturing how her brother would laugh his head off if he could see her now, seeing how easy it could be to get under her skin. Either of her brothers would have … once. Her smile faded. That wasn’t likely to happen as long as she was stuck here, learning the high art of being a scullery maid.
Kiriina cleared her throat, instantly drawing Visse back to present and what she had said.
“My aunt called for me?”.
Thank you for reading; I hope you enjoyed the snippet. Coming up for WIPpet Wednesday, please enjoy another sample from Courting the Swan Song or perhaps another of my Works In Progress.
This week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday comes to you from the letter O and C and an idea perpetuated by Linda G Hill. Additional support can be found at The Friday Reminder for SoCS, January 19.
Varieties of Oca from Pintrest
Oca is the “oc” first word my computer dictionary (Wordweb) gave me. Kind of obvious, really. What wasn’t obvious was that it was a traditional Andean food, though… when you say the word, it feels right.
What I found interesting was that Oca is a kind of wood sorrel, the same group of plants commonly sold as Shamrocks (not the same as a true shamrock, which is actually a clover). They do have pretty flowers, though the variety we find around here are very sour to the taste (from the oxalic acid in the plant, a mildly compound that can cause damage to the kidneys in high doses).
If you’re hungry though, it’s high in vitamin C and fiber and other nutrients. The tubers are starchy (they weren’t imported to Europe as a substitute to the potato without reason). Another common weed, like (the very tasty tubers of) nutsedge, that I explored for “survival foods” for a time when two of my characters must journey in the wilderness for a few years.
Oca… it’s an interesting word. It inspired a lot more thought than the first one that came to mind: occipital