Yep… another Wednesday post… late.
I almost didn’t bother posting anything today. I’ve raced around practically non-stop since Sunday, and my head has raced faster… I just want to sleep, and even that’s been nearly impossible to achieve. So I’m late, but I’m here, and I’m yawning…
Hopefully that means unconscious bliss in a bit.
Since it’s Wednesday it’s time for both a WIPpet and a ROW80 check-in. Let’s play with the pet first. They appreciate being noticed and played right away…
No fancy maths tonight. You get ten (I think reasonably sized paragraphs) for the month of October back in Courting the Swan Song. Alanii’s back home with his parents and is now in his father’s study where his father is filling him in on the way the man expects his son to behave from now on and why…
Alanii stayed his seat. If his father was still “making the rounds” as the man called his nervous energy, it was certain that there was more they would discuss. These days he knew enough to not just assume he knew what to do next. His father didn’t like that kind of behavior. His father liked to make people be surprised by his actions. In a sense, Alanii felt sorry for the man.
Lord of the Great Throne, named moral leader of all the Settled People, descended from Antian deKanas himself, and the man held little more than the power of a figurehead in most Vale affairs. When someone wished to defy the edicts of Anacniia, all he (or she, Alanii reminded himself bitterly of the Semisniis’ impending arrival) needed to do was gather the assistance of at least two of the major House lords to stand alongside in Council.
And now, Alanii’s father was allowing himself to be drawn into playing the same game, pledge his own heir to House Semis in hopes of making sure that House remained on their side for the future.
“Of course, if you were planning on selling me off to Tarran, Father, you could have approached him for the hand of his own daughter and not that of his cousin’s third born,” he said finally.
“As if Tarran would have accepted my offer after what you’d done in his Holdland,” his father snapped. “You, heir to the Great Throne itself, drew blade against his militia men in his own lands…”
“They never identified themselves as militia. They snuck into our rooms late at night, killed the tavern owner and nearly killed the man’s wife…” Alanii rose enough to face his father head on as the man came back around in his view. “I treated them as any man would have, as brigands and thieves.”
His father made a quick movement as if he were intending to argue, then shook his head and went over to take a seat at his desk. “It’s your word against Tarran’s. He says they were his men and that no one would have been harmed if you’d allowed yourselves to be taken for ransom like civilized men.”
“And you believe his word more than that of your son and Guard, Father?”
The man sighed. “I have no choice.”
Alanii shook his head. “You know he is lying. You know we’re telling you the truth. Yet you have no choice but to believe him? I don’t—I don’t know what to think about that, Father. Madness at the very least. Since when did the truth become a lie and a lie the truth just because Tarran said it?”
As always, a ginormous “Thank You” to K.L. Schwengel at My Random Muse for her hosting of WIPpet Wednesdays where writers post pieces of a draft (Work In Progress) that somehow relate with the date for commentary and consideration. Feel free to visit other #WIPpeteers at the linky. Company, comments… even gentle (or not-so gentle) critiques are always welcome.
So, another check-in…. I’ve written almost nothing. Notes… notes for a beta read I was doing actually. And I edited a bunch of story pieces… I’ve read, some… Mostly I’ve been driving and running errand after errand after errand.
Oh and doing the weekly Wednesday field trip with my son’s school today. Today was a challenging day. We were blazing trails in a new nature preserve that was overrun with rosa multiflora. Swampy land, lots of thorns, no trail and a bunch of kids in the woods with four adults, with only one set of clippers and one hatchet…. all at the height of deer tick season.
It was an exciting morning. Fun, challenging,… even a bit messy, but besides a few scratches, a few soaked shoes and a lot of noise, it was a normal day with these kids.
Now though? Typing with my left hand is a bit hard. I’ve gotten the slivers and thorns out, but they left some sore spots. But it’s okay. I’m proud of myself for crossing streams on fallen tree trunks (once with my shoe laces untied…though not intentionally!) and keeping all the kids with me from getting torn to pieces on those brambles.
And I got some great story ideas from the experience. They haven’t fully coalesced yet, but I have a better visual for the rest of last week’s scene with Vissellii and ‘Listii. I also know what’s going to happen in Courting before Alanii gets home to his father…
Oh, and I got a great workout too. Hooray ROW80 Fitness!
As for my other goals? No photos edited. No photos taken either. Though it would have been nice to have brought the camera on occasion these days, I’m glad I didn’t have with me today. I like my camera. I want to keep it a lit longer….
Sponsor duties? Visits are on track, but I still need to write that sponsor post (Sorry, Kait!). At least I’ve gathered all my pieces together now. I can write it (once I get settled for five minutes without something else calling to me). It’s a start.
Sow how about you? Any new experiences?