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Like Ice

So…  I missed posting last week.  I really missed all posts last week.  The First Friday Photo post I made to my name blog?  I had that scheduled a week before.  I knew I’d be busy last week doing house shopping and planning our move; I simply had no concept of how much that process was going to take away my brain and ability to write and create.

I will say this much…  I feel like I have a blank slate mentally in some ways.  Things that I was obsessing over in my stories now just don’t seem to matter at all.  Maybe house shopping in New Jersey is the commercial equivalent of setting one’s manuscript in the drawer for three months?  😉

The good news about last week’s adventure?  We have a signed contract for a house.  It wasn’t the house we really wanted, and it wasn’t one of our top 18…  Through freezing rain and below freezing temperatures, our realtor  took us out to house after house, some that were much closer to what we wanted (only to find out the next day that someone had already bid on the place or that it had gone into foreclosure and we would need to wait months more than we had before the bank cleared it for sale…).  We even found a house filled with brand new carpets that squished and soaked our shoes when we entered it…  in the dark because there was no power on.

It was definitely an adventure, but for almost a week and a half, I’ve gotten almost nothing done on my goals.  I kept abreast of the ROW80 blog (mostly),  and I got a bit of my library reading done during the drive back from Jersey.  Diet was a disaster… as was exercise (getting in and out of the car and walking around properties doesn’t burn that many calories).  And my head was so full of house details, schools data, town ordinances and phone numbers that my poor characters couldn’t even snag my attention at night during dreams (when I did sleep).

I’ve started back into writing and chatting with my characters.  Mostly it’s been through reacquainting myself with the stuff they’ve already told me and asking for clarification on things.  Thank goodness they don’t seem to feel snubbed and have happily started sharing things already.  Then again, they’re a pretty awesome group who know what it means when “stuff just needs to be dealt with.”  ❤

That’s about all I have for my ROW80 check-in.  I do have a WIPpet for you, if you’re game to stay for a few more paragraphs.

WIPpet

Since all I’ve been able to get my head into is checking for typos and grammatical errors (creativity has been out the door), I give you seven small paragraphs from the story I’ve been doing that to, my crossover fanfiction The Dots.  I’m sorry there’s no lead in to this scene.  It’s just where I stopped off trying to edit things last night.

The intended day of their departure, Alanii awoke to silence. Next to him, Atyriia lay curled next to the rumpled, stuffed bear she’d been bringing to bed of late. He smiled for a moment, looking over her, with the blankets gathered about her shoulders, stolen from his side of the bed somewhere in the night.

He didn’t bother to gripe, knowing it would do little good. Besides, he was too curious as to what had caused her to join him. He brushed her cheek with a kiss. “Nassil?”

Her cheek felt like ice.

Alarmed by both the chill and her continued silence, Alanii mentally reached out his mind to hers.

Faint, momentary glimpses of her sleeping thoughts drifted past him. Drugged glimpses, a miasma of images, both comforting and horrific at once. He pulled away before he too was drawn into the drug’s pull.

She is alive. He allowed himself a moment to think of what he should do. A moment of delay…it could mean both of their lives.

Poison… He unwrapped her from the blankets to see if he could see the method of entry.

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Damaged Goods

MjAxNC04ZjBlYTU5ZmNiZjdiZjY4Well, THIS was supposed to go out yesterday…  Had everything planned and scheduled and then “poof”!  Yesterday went crazy.

So here it is now.

About this WIPpet…

This extract comes deep into one of my fanfiction stories, the Dots.  Yes, I know that name means nothing.  Well, except for the weird way I named files on my old 8086–silly names like stuff, morestuff, or in the case of the Dots, dotdash, dashdash, etc. Who knows?  Maybe I was looking for help with my writing at the time from a supernatural source….

Either way, the Dots and its companion piece, the Was Variation that I’ve used here many times, have grown into wonderful sandboxes for character exploration.  In this piece, I have one of my regular MCs, Kieri Vestimorn having the table yanked right out from under him…  in a few ways.  Backdrop:  his lover (Atyr) is in the hospital, poisoned; he’s being escorted through the secure medical facility to see her by Venei (whom he just found out is his half-brother); Venei knows Atyr as his step-mother.

Convoluted?  Yep.  , so…  using the simplest of maths, here it is…  10 small paragraphs for the 28th (2+8=10).

Before his half-brother could debate his suggestion, Kieri grabbed for the man’s hand and drew him through the door with him, astounded as he did by the audacity it took on is part to do such a thing.

Once he found himself flung solidly against the door jamb, his brother’s hand pressed fiercely up under his chin, his surprise grew as he realized he should be glad he was still alive.

Despite the speed Venei had reacted, the man’s expression was quiet—not the still, cold calm his uncle could show, but calm, and satisfied. “You won’t be doing anything that stupid again, I hope,” the man purred.

The man’s hand burned against his skin, a fire he’d become too aware of lately. A fire, he knew better than to acknowledge, not here, not now.

Maybe not ever…

Especially given that Venei could not be unaware of his reaction or how he felt, and yet there was no sign on the other man’s part that the fire was touching him.

Those brows rose slowly after a second. First a slight, curious elevation that grew, with a sudden sharpness, into shock. The man blinked, then drew back as if the fire had scorched him.

It was then, that Kieri realized they’d drawn something of an audience. He considered his half-brother’s retreat and the possible reasons uncharitably even so.

The man had already called him damaged goods, after all.

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