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Hastor Wit — a WIPpet/ROW80

Time again for another (short!) WIPpet.  As we’re grinding through week two of NaNoWriMo, I’m making this post a short one so I can get around to visiting everyone else’s blogs and get my daily 2K words done (and I’m having some issue with that).

But first a quick….

ROW80 check-in

The words are coming! The words are coming!

I feel kind of like that should be my second week cheer for these Writing Month events.  As I’ve stated before, I always start slow.  Things are building steam now in my head, and I’ve managed a few sprints and even a small write-in of sorts.  I don’t expect to write every day.  I used to think I had to, but…  no, I need a personal Sabbath of sorts, a day when I can just relax and enjoy being with family or a good book or… silence.

I need a day when my thoughts are just fine in my head without the pressure of trying to make them presentable to other people.

I also usually take a day from trying to write anything for my stories so that I can keep up with people here and at their blogs as a sponsor and fellow ROWer.  It’s slowing the wordcount down some, but it’s not interfering too much.

I’m writing.

How about you?  Are you getting those words written this week?  Are you finally finding your creative groove?

WIPpet

As I said, this’ll be a short “pet”, just six sentences.  How’d I get six on the 13th of November?  Simple maths…  11 (November) 13 became 1+1+1+3…

Of course his reasons for disliking the Harnii were different from Val’s. To say the history between the Harnii and Hastor Houses suffered from grief and bloodshed would be comparable to saying the sun rose in the morning and set in the evening and that it would do so again tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. Though Alanii hadn’t heard of any recent incidents of killing from either side in his lifetime, he knew from Val that it was only because neither House made a point of announcing such things.

As Val had said without a touch of his usual acerbic wit: “A lot of their men drown in the river round this time of the year. A lot of ours run off and get knifed by some whore’s keeper.”

See why I love the Hastor?  Love, love, LOVE ’em!

As always, a big shout out to K.L. Schwengel at My Random Muse for hosting of WIPpet Wednesdays.  For a WIPpet, writers post pieces of a draft (Work In Progress) that somehow relate with the date at the group linky.  Company, comments…  even gentle (or not-so gentle) critiques are always welcome.

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Damp Linens — a WIPpet/ROW80 post

Row80

So, the first week of NaNoWriMo is going full force…. or at half throttle as is the case for me.  I keep having trouble trying to get a sense of what would be a good ending for Courting the Swan Song.  I should be just writing, writing, writing right now, but instead, I keep trying to establish that outline that I didn’t get done before November started.

ROW80LogocopyGood thing I start most Writing Months off slow (and usually like this where I fumble through nearly absent wordcounts) or I’d be worried.

As for the rest of my ROW80 goals….  I’m caught up.  Nothing extra, but maintaining.  I even got my sponsor post written and send out.  Steady the course…

And you, are you participating in the madness known as National Novel Writing Month?  If so, how are you doing so far?

WIPpet

No fancy WIPpet maths today.  You get 11 sentences for the month of November.  And since my sole focus of this month of writing is getting Alanii’s story straightened out (and finished), all excerpts for November will be from Courting (as much as I love pulling bits and pieces in from the other stories in the series, I really need to get this book done; it’s starting to weigh on my mind constantly).

Man getting dressed.

Man getting dressed. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Alanii blinked at the man stupidly, then turned toward the small window of his room. The filtered glow he’d taken for the early rays of morning light was coming from too high up in the sky to be anything but several candlemarks past his usual waking time. He threw off the thin coverlets and grabbed at the breech-clout his friend passed him, still slightly damp from laundering. He grimaced as he wriggled into the cool, clinging linen. At least they didn’t smell of several days sweat and road grime. “Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” he asked, reaching next for his tunic.

Instead of handing him the blue shirt, the Hastor reached past the door and dropped Alanii’s remaining damp clothes on the bed. “We’ve been trying off an’ on for the past few glass. About two past, Lan was here to check on our day’s plans. You gave him an earful, but you may want to head to the common room before he heads out to clarify some things.” The man’s smirk grew to a full smile.

Have I ever mentioned that I love the Hastor?  Pretty much all of them (well, maybe not the triplet’s father, Valarian, but even he has his moments)…  Good thing Alanii shares my fondness for the family.

As always, a big shout out to K.L. Schwengel at My Random Muse for hosting of WIPpet Wednesdays.  For a WIPpet, writers post pieces of a draft (Work In Progress) that somehow relate with the date at the group linky.  Company, comments…  even gentle (or not-so gentle) critiques are always welcome.