Welcome again to another (late) Wednesday Check-in and excerpt of a Work In Progress. Since I missed my fun today on Twitter with the #1lineWed hashtag crew (there are some great pieces there), this will have to do. Hope you enjoy.
First: the WIPpet
Once again I direct you to the “Unnamed Story”. In last week’s episode, I mentioned that Atyr had gone off with her son Vant for a visit. Now we get to see where…
(note: Milsha is the term for mother here.)
No fancy maths today; it’s late, I’m exhausted, and I have another super-busy day tomorrow waiting for me. You get seven small paragraphs for the seventh month.
“Do you want any padding, Milsha?”
She looked from her son to his class, then over toward Vant’s own instructor, Lan Kailiis. She motioned the Dean of Students over before answering.
The burly red-haired man strode over with his usual silent grace. Unnerving, since next to her and Van, Lan Kailiis was a giant. Next to most people even.
Lan Kailiis was the closest thing she’d seen to the mythical mountainous ancestral fathers of the Antianii people, and if the tales were true this man that was half-again her height was but a poor shadow of their memory.
“Is he allowed to do this?” she asked, pointedly taking the chance to speak before her son did again.
Lan laughed. “Of course, Atyr. A Guard utilizes the tools at hand. Just because I didn’t anticipate you being one of those does nothing to invalidate his choices. Of course, if I had known….”
Vant flashed a seditious smile at his teacher. “Now you can wonder how long I’ve known, Lan. And while you’re at it, advise her to wear a jerkin. These lads are awful clumsy with those sticks they wave around.”
If this is your cup of tea, head over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members for more excerpts. And while you’re there, stop in and thank our host, Emily Witt for enabling our silliness. 😀
Second: a ROW80 Check-In
If only I could say that and mean it. This has been an interesting couple of days. I’m behind on a few goals (new fiction and reading up on craft related things, specifically). And my 750words? I’ve missed several days this month, and tonight is going to be another. As soon as I post this? Bed.
Why am I so tired? I don’t even know. At least I’ve managed to get some physical activity in these past few days so that I’m not twired, where all I want to do is flop, but I can’t because my brain is too drained…
Every been in that state? How are you affected by news and events? Do they bring on this state faster or do you slowly slide into it from constantly trying to do more and more?