. . . I forgot where I put it!
Welcome WIPpet fans old and new! All of you who guessed Ciara last week, guessed correctly. Hurray!!!!!!
So, after 10 days, spanning two weekends, and including lots of working dogs and sharing laughs with good friends who I don’t see nearly enough — I am now behinder than behind can be. But, I wouldn’t have traded it for the world. Sometimes our soul needs rejuvenation and these folks are about the best soul food a person can find. Several of them are what I term my friblings — friends who are like siblings. Actually, closer than some of my siblings. These are my sistas. We lean on each other, laugh and cry with one another, accept each other for who we are with all flaws attached, and never judge one another. We all need people like this in our lives. I am very blessed to have them. Lord only knows what I did to deserve them as they are far better women than me most days. I was sad to see our days together wind to a close.
But, even being behind, I steadfastly refuse to miss WIPpet Wednesday. So, for the 10th of July, I give you . . . um . . . okay, so I didn’t write or edit a single word over those ten days. Sooooo . . . I give you 10 sentences from page 7 of The First House. In this particular scene, Grady finds himself in a bit of a precarious situation.
A flash of lightning rippled through the branches, briefly outlining a figure making its way toward him. A large figure. Larger than him. Another brief flare showed a wide grin in a hairy face, and the glint of metal on the edges of an axe and shield.
Of course, it had to be the mongrel with the fekking axe.
“Well, well.” His voice rumbled like the thunder. Grady heard him hawk up and spit. “The Black Prince, is it? I believe you owe me a gutting.”
Now, go forth and conquer! I’m going to go forth and try to get caught up. And remember,