Okay, first the bad news. I’m not sure how many WIPpeteers I’ll make it to this week. I’m hosting a three-day stockdog training clinic this weekend so the days between then and now are overfilled with preparations. I will try to make it around, but that might not happen until Monday.
Also, I am getting very close to not having any more of How Not to Buy a Dragon to post. It’s gotten such a good reception, I hate to disappoint, but it’s truly not a real project…yet…and my energy has to go to Edge of Darkness, and shopping Bound in Shadow. I know, I know, but what’s an author to do with only so many hours in a day?
The good news is, you still get a bit of Jannis and Dachus this week and next week. After that…I dunno.
The other good news is that I finally feel as though I’m getting into the rhythm with EoD. I’ve had several days of solid word counts, and have some semblance of continuity going. That’s not to say it’s been in any way, shape, or form smooth sailing. My characters are still being far too independent. Not to mention saying and doing things that catch me totally off-guard. But I’m making forward progress and that can’t be snubbed.
Also, I want to take a moment to thank everyone who entered the Rafflecopter giveaway during the Fall Into Fantasy promotion. I will be contacting the winners soon. Don’t forget to check back every Monday for the next author on the tour.
Finally, what you’ve all been waiting for, this week’s WIPpet. No complicated math. 10 paragraphs for the 10th. We pick up from last week when Janni told Dachus the buckle on his shoes was gaudy:
“It’s hardly gaudy.”
“So says you.” She finished her turn and started walking back toward the sprawling hall of Dracon Hold.
“Wait. Master Jannis.” He bounced after her on one leg, doublet thrown over the crook of his arm, one shoe on, trying to catch up as he struggled to get the other shoe on without falling over. “I think I was a little presumptuous earlier. Obviously you don’t know me, and I’m sure you don’t get to court on a regular basis–“
“Try, not at all.”
He stopped hopping, balanced on one foot, his other leg bent across his knee. “You’ve never been to court?”
“Until now, have you ever been to Dracon Hold?”
“There you have it.” She continued toward the hall, and he finished putting on his shoe, then trotted after her in a more dignified manner.
“The two hardly compare, Master Jannis.”
Janni tipped her head toward him as he came alongside her, and reconsidered not feeding him to Tork. “You just don’t know when to cut your losses, do you?”
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