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#WIPpet Wednesday: Yes, Captain?

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.

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#WIPpet Wednesday: Why Not?

MjAxNC04ZjBlYTU5ZmNiZjdiZjY4Last 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.

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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.

#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.