Just kicking back
It’s been a long time since I wrote anything here. Sometimes it feels like it’s been a long time since I wrote. It’s not true… I’ve managed some writing regularly. Not as much as I feel I should be doing, and definitely not enough to feel the release writing used to bring to me when life was a bit less crazy.
Things have been a little off-kilter these days. We’re in the midst of a move, preparing for a trip to the UK (was already half in the works well before all this location change stuff happened), the home repairs and renovations we’d intended on finishing through “Weekend Warrior-ing” are now being done at whirlwind speeds….
I haven’t had a lot of mental energy left for posting to my blogs. Or rather to this blog. I have managed pretty well at keeping the ROW80 blog on track. Mostly… I dropped the ball this week, twice.
So, to get myself back into a bit of a schedule, I’m resuming my ROW80 journey. Simple goals…
- RWA challenge, write 200o words and edit 100 pages of CTSS each month.
- Keep up the ROW80 blog and prep things for the England trip
- Keep sane goals… sort through closets and dressers for more donations; sort through houses we’ve visited by neighborhood, access to trains, etc.
It’s enough. The Boodle has camp for the next two weeks, so I’ll be driving a lot. Audiobooks! I think I may want to download an audiobook or two.
Yeah… that’s how it is. 😉
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.
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