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Don’t Drink It All

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Good morning, and welcome to my _______ Weekend Writing Warriors installment. 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.)


Continuing on in Courting the Swan’s Song, I’ve moved up several chapters in the book for today’s post. Not that many pages in the text… I’m trying to make the transitions between these scenes smoother, but at the moment, my Scrivener file moves from one cataclysmic event to another.

This is something of a transition scene itself, and it’s probably wordier than it should be.  A completely NaNoWriMo rough excerpt….  I’m sorry.  My head just hasn’t been in the best place this week for posting.

But he wasn’t ready to let down Vissellii or Val even more.

On the other side of the door, he saw Val ease back, opening the door just enough for the man to slip in a small flask. “Here, don’t drink it all.”

Casting a quick glance back toward the bed and the woman on it, Alanii took the warm metal in hand just before the Hastor pushed the door shut again. The whore smiled at him, nodding as if to say “go ahead and drink yourself calm”.

At least he didn’t have that problem to deal with. Lan had been careful to inform the Matron of the brothel of his need for someone who had dealt with mages and knew how to shield off her mind from him. He had no fear of the woman adding to his unease by stray thoughts.

Thank you for reading; I hope you enjoyed the snippet. Coming up for WIPpet Wednesday, please enjoy another sample from the Was Long Variation. For the next two months I will be sharing random snippets there as I pursue those nagging transition scenes in Courting The Swan’s Song.

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Could Not Be — 10th #WeWriWa

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It’s a bloghop!

Good morning, and welcome to my tenth Weekend Writing Warriors installment. 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.)


At last, I return to Courting The Swan Song for WeWriWa excerpts.  I hope you didn’t mind indulging my fondness for fanfiction last month.  Did any of you notice that Alanii was mentioned in one of them?  I put all of my characters through their paces in the Was Long Variation before I let them completely free in their own world.  Or at least, I try to; my characters usually have other ideas.

This excerpt follows about half a page after my last CTSS excerpt, It Suits Me Poorly:

Alanii stopped himself short. ‘Ssell? Vissellii Marae? This genteel lady could not be his friend’s snippy, mud-haired, spear-pole of a sister. He stared at the young woman who was now offering Val an embrace and a peck on the cheek. She turned next to offer her uncle the same.

He found his voice and his nerve. After the young woman had been freed by the Hastor Major, Alanii managed to be right there next to take her hand. “Lady Vissellii, it’s been a long time. How are you today?”

Thanks for stopping by!

Upcoming:

  • WIPpet Wednesday brings most writerly bloghoppy happiness.  Please come by to enjoy another sample from the Was Long Variation there.
  • For those who are looking for more of my fiction, you can find it here.

Trying to Survive

MjAxNC04ZjBlYTU5ZmNiZjdiZjY4Good morning and welcome (a day late) to my WIPPet WednesThursday post.  Today I’m doing something a bit different, going back to a story I’ve been wanted to resurrect for some time, Release, the first book of the Parvenu series.  I think I’ve mentioned it before during my ROW80 check-ins and in other posts.

I started writing it in college and finished my first real beta-able draft around 2000….  and then after scurrying under a rock because I hadn’t learned how to handle constructive criticism* yet, I hid the story away for years.  Oh I would tug it out on occasion to tweak things I knew my readers were right about or to fix things I had had my own doubts about.

But basically, I haven’t done much with it in over ten years.  Not the way it deserves.  I’ve tried to finish the Swan Song series stories which are pre-history to Parvenu.

But I do believe in the story, and since one of my beta readers contacted me a week ago and asked what I’d done with it and would she be seeing it again for proofing (she worked as an editor for the day job), I figured I should bring it out, dust it off and slowly work on it.

My emphasis remains on getting the Swan Song series finished, but I can, and will, make some time to work on Release again.

Now the WIPPet

The narrator is Kieri Vestimorn (you’ve met him in some other snippets as an adult), and he’s telling about something that happened to him as a kid.

Somewhat convoluted maths here:

  • seventh chapter for seventh month (July)
  • second scene for the 2nd
  • twenty paragraphs through for the 20 in 2015
  • fifteen lines (of my document) for the 15 in 2015

Warning…  mild swearing

His blue eyes were both serious and, now that I think of it, a bit hurt. He took his self-inflicted responsibility to us seriously. Once more, I got the feeling that he was doing this all for a reason–as if it was duty or something.

“Come with me, kid. We need to have a serious talk.”

I expected one of his lectures on life. If I weren’t so loudmouthed, he might have surprised me. But I was, and he didn’t. It was a bad situation all around.

Sure anything Chaz wanted to tell me in private was common knowledge anyway, I stayed my ground. He just looked disappointed, muttering something like ‘Someday, brother, I’ll get you back’ to the air. Then he addressed me.

“It’s your pride.”

I glowered at him. “My pride! Since when have you given a damn about my pride? Always talking about me behind my back, making jokes about Vanis and–“

He drew back as if hit. “You think I am doing shit like that? That any of us are? Get a clue, kid. We don’t have time to play those games. We are just trying to survive. Yeah, and get out if we can manage it.”

Like what you read?  If so, head over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other members for more awesomeness. Two pieces of cheesecake (all that’s left) to KLSchwengel for hosting the sprint and putting up with all our silliness. 😀

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* Not that all the criticism was constructive.  I’m sure I’m not the only one who gets bothered by “You should do this because such-and-such best seller does it that way, and I like that kind of book“.