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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.

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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.

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Like Ice

So…  I missed posting last week.  I really missed all posts last week.  The First Friday Photo post I made to my name blog?  I had that scheduled a week before.  I knew I’d be busy last week doing house shopping and planning our move; I simply had no concept of how much that process was going to take away my brain and ability to write and create.

I will say this much…  I feel like I have a blank slate mentally in some ways.  Things that I was obsessing over in my stories now just don’t seem to matter at all.  Maybe house shopping in New Jersey is the commercial equivalent of setting one’s manuscript in the drawer for three months?  😉

The good news about last week’s adventure?  We have a signed contract for a house.  It wasn’t the house we really wanted, and it wasn’t one of our top 18…  Through freezing rain and below freezing temperatures, our realtor  took us out to house after house, some that were much closer to what we wanted (only to find out the next day that someone had already bid on the place or that it had gone into foreclosure and we would need to wait months more than we had before the bank cleared it for sale…).  We even found a house filled with brand new carpets that squished and soaked our shoes when we entered it…  in the dark because there was no power on.

It was definitely an adventure, but for almost a week and a half, I’ve gotten almost nothing done on my goals.  I kept abreast of the ROW80 blog (mostly),  and I got a bit of my library reading done during the drive back from Jersey.  Diet was a disaster… as was exercise (getting in and out of the car and walking around properties doesn’t burn that many calories).  And my head was so full of house details, schools data, town ordinances and phone numbers that my poor characters couldn’t even snag my attention at night during dreams (when I did sleep).

I’ve started back into writing and chatting with my characters.  Mostly it’s been through reacquainting myself with the stuff they’ve already told me and asking for clarification on things.  Thank goodness they don’t seem to feel snubbed and have happily started sharing things already.  Then again, they’re a pretty awesome group who know what it means when “stuff just needs to be dealt with.”  ❤

That’s about all I have for my ROW80 check-in.  I do have a WIPpet for you, if you’re game to stay for a few more paragraphs.

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Since all I’ve been able to get my head into is checking for typos and grammatical errors (creativity has been out the door), I give you seven small paragraphs from the story I’ve been doing that to, my crossover fanfiction The Dots.  I’m sorry there’s no lead in to this scene.  It’s just where I stopped off trying to edit things last night.

The intended day of their departure, Alanii awoke to silence. Next to him, Atyriia lay curled next to the rumpled, stuffed bear she’d been bringing to bed of late. He smiled for a moment, looking over her, with the blankets gathered about her shoulders, stolen from his side of the bed somewhere in the night.

He didn’t bother to gripe, knowing it would do little good. Besides, he was too curious as to what had caused her to join him. He brushed her cheek with a kiss. “Nassil?”

Her cheek felt like ice.

Alarmed by both the chill and her continued silence, Alanii mentally reached out his mind to hers.

Faint, momentary glimpses of her sleeping thoughts drifted past him. Drugged glimpses, a miasma of images, both comforting and horrific at once. He pulled away before he too was drawn into the drug’s pull.

She is alive. He allowed himself a moment to think of what he should do. A moment of delay…it could mean both of their lives.

Poison… He unwrapped her from the blankets to see if he could see the method of entry.

I hope you enjoyed that.  Interested in seeing more?  Head over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members.  And if you’d like to join us for the WIPpet, just add your link to the linky.  Make sure your snippet follows one simple rule…  use the date somehow in your choice of word, sentences, paragraphs, theme, and you’re set.  We’d love to see you.

WIPpet Wednesdays are hosted by Emily Wrayburn at Letting the Voices Out.

WIPpet Wedneday: How Had He

MjAxNC04ZjBlYTU5ZmNiZjdiZjY4No huge post today (that’s all happening over at The Garden of Delights where I’m doing my check-ins for the ROW80, IWSG, etc.).  Today is just a short, and hopefully sweet WIPpet from my Swan Song Series books that I chose because it also fits the RWA Kiss of Death Chapter‘s Twitter prompt for the day of “Old”.

Super easy maths for the day. It’s the 3rd day, so I’m giving you three sentences.

Instead of looking back out the window, Alanii watched his mother’s hands, marveling at the way her fingers had taken on the wrinkled and forever bent shape of hawthorn branches….. How had he not noticed the gray in her hair nor the hollowing of her cheeks? Surely only yesterday she’d been up and running about their home with twice the vigor and glow of youth that many of the fosterlings in her care showed.

I sincerely hope you enjoyed that.  Now why not head over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members?  Emily, thank you so very much for graciously hosting this blog hop.