It’s WIPpet Wednesday, but since a lot of us have started sharing what we are reading as well as what we are writing, I’m “sort of” jumping on that bandwagon… Sort of, because I know there is a linky of some kind involved, and I haven’t the mental energy to look for it at the moment. In fact, I’m not even tossing in the mental energy for a ROW80 check-in (not a real one, at least… things are status quo… finally breathing a little and planning my next attack while going through the goals’ list).
As for reading? This is is…
- Journal of a Novel: the East of Eden letters by John Steinbeck
- I’m really liking it so far. I finally feel like some of the randomness of my pre-writing process in 750words is natural and normal
- The Fall by Albert Camus
- I’m a little over half-way through this, and while I am definitely enjoying it, I also feel the narrator is being too much intentionally obtuse. Then… he did like “The Game”
- The Decomposer: Fallow by C. Sonberg Larson
- This piece is “interesting”… Definitely not the book I thought I was buying, and I have to confess that I think the author needed to go over it a bit longer before publication to catch the errors, but it has managed to end up getting better as goes along. I’m about 1/2 way through this as well, though… I do find it easy to stop reading
- Dracula by Bram Stoker
- This has been my “listen to” in the car book… and it’s been a lot of fun. After a long love of Buffy and Carmilla (one of my favorite vampire stories!) I had to check out the original. Need to get back to it though… file download issues. 😦
What comes next?
Ack… The stack by the couch is huge, and that doesn’t count my Kindle and Librivox selections! I suspect it’ll be based on whatever is due back to the library the soonest….
For now, let’s go back to the WIPpet:
(and some context…)
The title of the post comes from the convoluted maths I tried to use. I removed the 2s from the date. So 8-10=-2 which canceled out the 2 in 2016, then coming back in the 6-1=5, so… we have not only a nice balance of subtraction coming in from each end, but we also have no twos. I kept them; two is my favorite number.
That leaves you with five… five small paragraphs from the Unnamed Story following not too far after the scene I posted last week. We’re “in” Vant’s head now, as he’s watching his mother burn off her… oh, probably her fourth or fifth wind by this point (the woman is so tired now she doesn’t understand how tired should feel).
Fair warning… this piece is very “NaNoWriMo raw”:
She loved to dance more than most young women a tenth of her age.
She was wild about it too with an abandon that would exhaust most children to maintain. He’d joined her in a few dances, as had a few other patrons of the bar.
Or they’d tried to join her. One he’d stopped at the askance look she’d made before the man could ask. Another she’d smiled at, then tossed her hands up so they artfully caught her hair. One look at her pointed ears and the young man’s date dragged him away by his own round ones.
And yet, as far as he knew, dancing with a Wanderer woman was only an invitation to tryst of the woman asked you to join her. And then only during certain dances.
He’d have to ask his mother sometime. For now he just grinned at the young man whenever he saw him looking over.
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