Last week sort of blew up in several different directions, and the thought of writing new words and not escaping into someone else’s just seemed impossible to consider. Eventually though, the characters demand attention, and like any sane writer (is this an oxymoron?), I knew I needed to spend some time with them or they would start making it impossible to sleep.
Well, actually, I didn’t listen that easily, and I haven’t slept that well for a bit now. High point is… I have words. But the caffeine hasn’t been pulling its weight for the past few mornings.
Simple maths… Today I offer you four paragraphs: 1 for the month plus 3+0 from the day. The fifth opening paragraph offers a lead in from my last WIPpet post: Not Smiling. Here I continue to explore the cause of ‘Listii’s nightmares. I’m learning a lot about the way the Guard has grown since the Cataclysm and things I’d never have guessed about ‘Listii’s relationship with his family and dearest friends.
Any normal day, he’d have been happy to stare. Today he wasn’t even sure he could call her a pretty thing. She just was prettier than most anyone else in the barrack’s mess, or she would be, if she didn’t look like his dead sister.
Impossible. His sister had died years ago, long before they’d emigrated to Acaria. Since he also knew all the trainees, an none of them looked the least like Visse—at least none of them had before this week.
This was the third time he’d seen his sister walking the Center’s halls.
He accepted the refilled cup with a nod vaguely in the girl’s direction. “Thanks, lass.”
“Of course, ‘Listii.”
Hopefully you enjoyed that. Now, why not head over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members? Much love and thanks to Emily Wrayburn, for hosting out bloghop.
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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…
Given these past two weeks, I have to confess, I don’t know what to say for this WIPpet Wednesday/ROW80 check-in post. I mean, I guess I have something to post since I did “some” writing this week (and being the 1st, I don’t need to post much), but it’s been a very distracting week.
I even missed my Sunday check-in at The Garden of Delights. I was out a computer due to a stress-induced click when lag and bother (and being overtired) got to me and I welcomed in some nasty ransomware. Though it did mess up my old computer some, I was lucky that most of my personal files (I did lose one picture) were not corrupted.
So… I have a new (old) computer now. Actually, I’ve had it since August but had been too busy to clear off the desk and set it up. Nothing like being inspired… 😦
So that, plus the huge distraction of plotting travel routes and hotels for the upcoming trip to England… not to mention all the wild crazies in the world of politics and some Boodle-things with his school, meant I got very little done on my ROW80 goals. I don’t even need to use the checklist. We can leave it as… Try Again Next Week.
And for the WIPpet… an easy one, after all. When I am distracted, I write in my Unnamed Story and just blather into the page. Here’s one paragraph, with minor edits for readability from that WIP. It follows just a few paragraphs down from last week’s entry.
Alanii gave the man a cocked brow. “It will hardly damage her reputation among us. We know why she made the offer. It will help her status among the other Houses, since she’ll finally be acting both as a dutiful wife and in a manner that they see befitting a priestess—.”
Just a short one today. If you’re interested in participating in either the ROW80 or the WIPpet, head over to our linkies and join in: the ROW80 and the WIPpet. And thank you all for continuing to make these challenges fun.