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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.

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Not Smiling

MjAxNC04ZjBlYTU5ZmNiZjdiZjY4Yeah… I think they did. That means it’s time for another bit of a recent Work In Progress from yours truly.

I don’t have a name for this piece yet. Unlike my recent pieces (from Courting The Swan Song), this is just something I whipped together from a brainstorming session I had last Thursday. I suspect, given the time period it’s cast in, this will follow in one of my sandbox pieces like the Was Long Variation, The Dots or even Phuque Yew. Right now, it’s more of a way to work on ‘Listii’s character, particularly ‘Listii when he is really off his game.  Of course, most people would be in this situation.

I’m starting at the beginning (or at least where I started, with pretty much the raw text I wrote (edited for readability). Nine sentences for the month (January=1) and the date (1+7).

What was it with the nightmares lately?

Valistii looked woefully at the cup in front of him, wishing it held something stronger than coffee to help drive the last of the week’s exhaustion from him. He pushed it toward the middle of the table, as one of the trainees came by with a carafe. “Another half, if you would, darling.”

He didn’t try to smile, sure that any expression he tried to make right now would look like a snarl. He didn’t event try to meet the lass’ gaze at all.

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.

If you enjoyed that and would like to see more post of this type, head over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members. We are hosted weekly by the delightful Emily Wrayburn.

#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.