Apologies for only getting to a third of the WIPpet posts last week. I had hoped to tackle some more Monday, but that didn’t work out. On the plus side, I had a great weekend. One of the benefits of a 5 hour drive with only a dog for companionship, is you can get a lot of plot noodling done. And noodle I did. Also, I heard from several readers how much they are enjoying the Darkness & Light series. That always feels good. It was generally followed up with, “anxiously waiting for book three.” Which also felt good…mingled with terrifying…mingled with “OH DEAR LORD I CAN’T TAKE THE PRESSURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Shortly after which I wanted to crawl into a corner, curl into the fetal position, and suck my thumb down a bottle of Fireball.
But no, that’s only a momentary reaction. Well, maybe not the Fireball one. Nope, time to pull up my Big Girl Panties and just git’er dun.
I did have a brief tumble into the abyss of What The Hell Am I Thinking? I Couldn’t Write My Way Out Of A Wet Paper Bag. The cure for that was to go back and read some of my favorite scenes from the first two books, which left me thinking that I can, occasionally, string words together. Good words. Into good sentences, flowing paragraphs, and action packed adventure the likes of which has never been seen before.
Hey, let’s not get crazy now.
So, WIPpet Wednesday. I wrote some words on The Adorned last week. This little excerpt is 13 paragraphs for day (11) plus month (2). If you’re wondering about Riddle, I mentioned her several weeks ago…here… when Roe had a run-in with another old friend.
She jumped, but stopped herself from moving because the voice and the tone of it told her that would be a very bad idea. “Hey, Riddle. How’re things?”
“Interesting as usual.”
Roe looked right, toward the voice, but saw nothing. When she turned her head back, a dark shape crouched in front of her.
“Damn the gods.” She pressed a palm to her chest to keep her racing heart where it belonged. “I know you’re good. No need to try and impress.”
The sound Riddle made might have been a laugh, if deadly specters did such a thing. “I’ve got a message for you.”
“Of course you do,” Roe said. “Seems everyone and their thirteen uncles has a message for me. Let me guess, it has something to do with a big guy? Bald? Inkings?”
“Pleasant on the eye, too.”
Roe sighed. “That as well.”
“You tumble him yet?”
“What?” Her cheeks heated for no reason Roe could figure. “No.”
“Best do it soon if you intend to,” Riddle said. “He’s short for the world.”
Roe tried to keep the sudden spike of fear from showing. Probably a lost cause. Riddle could likely smell it as sure as a hound. “Is that your message?”
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