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#WeWriWa: Waiting Work

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It’s a bloghop!

Good morning, and welcome to my newest entry for the Weekend Writing Warriors bloghop. If you link what you see and are interested in participating, the rules are simple enough:

  • Add your name and genre(s) to the most recent post on the WeWriWa site
  • Post a link to the WeWriWa site on your blog/Sunday post
  • Keep your excerpt 10 sentences or less (8-10, no more!)
  • Visit other WeWriWa authors and experience their work

(Find a complete set on the WeWriWa page as well as links to pages of all the authors involved. Check it out.)


Today’s snippet follows directly on the heels of my last Weekend Writing Warrior entry A Scullery Maid.  Because of …  stuff, this entry has been lightly edited and creatively punctuated to fit the rules of the Bloghop.

Kiriina nodded, making no move to approach the stool to which she had been directed. “Lady Kessalan insists you attend her with all speed.” She turned and fairly danced up the stone steps, and into the bowels of the kitchens.

Visse sat for a moment and stared at the lime-washed wall of the stairway where Kiriina had just vanished. At last, she returned her attention to the bowl in her lap and the half-filled sausage in it. Better to beg pardon for being late than risk making her aunt’s dinner guest’s ill.

Careful to not break the delicate skin, she tied off the end of the pudding in her hand, then after laying it on the tray, balanced that on her knees long enough to also grab the bowl. When she was sure she had a solid grip on both, she rose. The tray she set on the stool she’d vacated while she took the remaining mix in her bowl and calmly dumped it into Kiriina’s waiting work.

Thank you for reading; I hope you enjoyed the snippet. Come back in two weeks for another bit of Courting A Swan Song

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#WeWriWa — A Scullery Maid

c1ea5-www_1 It’s a bloghop!

Good morning, and welcome to today’s Weekend Writing Warriors installment. The rules are simple enough if you’d like to participate:

  • Add your name and genre(s) to the most recent post on the WeWriWa site
  • Post a link to the WeWriWa site on your blog/Sunday post (must be done before 9am EST)
  • Keep your excerpt 10 sentences or less (8-10, no more!)
  • Visit other WeWriWa authors and experience their work

(Find a complete set on the WeWriWa page as well as links to pages of all the authors involved. Check it out.)


Two weeks ago (I am only posting these excerpts every other week because life is cray-cray), I posted the second of my pieces from the new opening of Courting the Swan Song: Puddings. This piece follows directly on that.

“Our Lady Kessalan demanded I attend her to discuss tomorrow’s market visit. She asked me to send you to her to attend her as soon as we finish here.”

Despite her asking, Vissse had not listened, sure whatever Kiriina would say would annoy her more. Instead she smiled slightly, picturing how her brother would laugh his head off if he could see her now, seeing how easy it could be to get under her skin. Either of her brothers would have … once. Her smile faded. That wasn’t likely to happen as long as she was stuck here, learning the high art of being a scullery maid.

Kiriina cleared her throat, instantly drawing Visse back to present and what she had said.

“My aunt called for me?”.

Thank you for reading; I hope you enjoyed the snippet. Coming up for WIPpet Wednesday, please enjoy another sample from Courting the Swan Song or perhaps another of my Works In Progress.

#WIPpet Thursday?!

MjAxNC04ZjBlYTU5ZmNiZjdiZjY4 It’s Thursday, so definitely more than time for me to get this post made. It’s all last-minute writing and planning, as you may be able to guess, given what I had to say for my ROW80 check-in on my other blog.

Actually, I wasn’t so much procrastinating.  Otherwise I wouldn’t have anything to post today at all.  I haven’t been writing nearly as much as I should be.

What little writing I’ve done has been on Courting the Swan Song (again!). I was seriously hoping to get something ready for the Golden Heart Awards this year, but my head just staggered during the holidays and all the emotional baggage that comes with this time of the year. I will be using a different tactic next year.

Here are twelve (pretty much twelve… I fudged a bit on the one-word thingies) sentences for today’s month and day.  This comes from the second chapter of the new rewrite, where we finally meet Alanii. (The new opening has been the thread of my WeWriWa posts: I Didn’t Come To and Puddings; where I introduce Visse and her situation.)

“Hey! Alan! Wakey wakey.”

Alanii blinked into the surrounding blackness in an attempt to force off the sleep that had finally deigned to honor him with its presence. To think he’d asked Val to set up at the foot of his bed for fear he’d oversleep… The way that man had rattled his bed, tossing all night—that he’d gotten any rest was a miracle!

The Fates had a perverse sense of humor. After all, it wasn’t as if he didn’t need to be alert and at his best for the rest of the morning

Reaching under the folded blanket that had served as his pillow and drew out the clothes he’d stashed there, pulling them on quickly to alleviate the night chill. Then only did he creep out of his bed and its warm siren call to shuffle-toe the few steps over to the window of their room.

He shivered whenever more than his toes connected with the icy wooden slats. Alanii feared the chill had nothing to do with the temperature. Knowing how his father would react to his plans would be enough to make any man’s nerve fail.

“Here,” he heard Val whisper as the man passed him his boots. “Hang them about your shoulders.”

I hope you enjoyed this piece. If you’d like more of this sort of thing, head on over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members. Thank yous and hugs to Emily Wrayburn, our gracious host.