A few things lately made me wonder if I wasn’t doing these WIPpets a bit wrong. The first was a post fellow ROWer Tonya Cannariato linked to in one of her recent check-ins (Tonya’s check-ins are awesome… she reads and posts cool links every week) about how we don’t really retain media we watch or read. The other came to me when I was reading through some of the posts my fellow Weekend Writing Warriors have made… where they post both their last week’s post and the new one (most, though not all, WeWriWas post consecutive snippets of their works) so that their readers can follow the action easier.
Before I go off an totally change formats here, I’d like your input. Would it help you all, if I added the last entry into the post before I posted the new snippet? Obviously I would only do this on weeks I was serializing the story…. but would it help in those cases?
Today I am still serializing that bit of story I’ve been playing with where ‘Listii is having nightmares and seeing someone who just shouldn’t be there. I have seven sentences for the day. Seven raw sentences… just edited for readability.
He looked up now. None of his visions had spoken to him in Visse’s voice before. And it didn’t matter how many years may have passed—he wasn’t going to mistake her voice.
The vision faded. Instead of his sister’s dark eyes, this girl’s were a soft pale grey almost rheumy. He realized he was scowling at her and the water was just that as a tear slid along the side of her stub nose,
“Yes Captain?” she asked after a surreptitious sniffle.
I hope to hear your opinions, both on the snippet and on my idea. For those of you who have never participated in this bloghop, why not head over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members. Thank you, Emily, for being such a gracious host.
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.
Any normal week, I’d be prepping my (late) WIPpet Wednesday post. This being the week between Christmas and New Years and all the chaos contained within… well, it’s not a normal week.
There’s not going to be a post beyond this little note. Life is good, but very cold here in the wilds of Upstate NY. The holiday “feel” has already faded some, it seems to me, though it could be the fact I’ve been spending most of my last few days reading murder mysteries (the delightful Gaslight series by Victoria Thompson and the newish Molly Murphy books by Rhys Bowen) and waiting for your son to finish his days at soccer camp. The family visits are an”in progress” affair, but we’ve made a few already.
In all, the Holidays have been what they should be… a time of change and tradition merged into one.
Hope you all are enjoying yours too! 🙂