I know, I said I was taking a bit of a hiatus from WIPpet Wednesday, right? But yesterday, for the first time in way too long to admit, whilst working on Edge of Darkness (you know, the infamous Book Three in my Darkness & Light trilogy) I actually felt a little tremble of excitement flow through me. A flicker of, “oooh… I kinda like this.” I tried to be really cool about it, not making direct eye contact for fear of frightening it off. And by the end of the day it was still there. In fact, this morning, it’s still here.
I blame my subconscious. Which after a restless night, left me with a scene that spurred several others and was a missing piece of the puzzle.
Of course, I say this knowing full well that in another day I may well be bemoaning my fickle muse, and once again sobbing in my alcohol infused coffee.
But for now, in honor of this momentous event, I wax poetic.
*climbs onto stage and clears throat* *a hush falls over the crowd*
I said, A HUSH FALLS OVER THE CROWD.
My poem. Entitled Ode to the Subconscious Mind.
The Subconscious is a marvelous Beast
As problems it solves while fast you sleep.
The Brain it starts whirring,
Thoughts begin stirring,
who cares if your rest is disturbed?
With morning’s light through the window streaming,
you try to recapture your brain’s own scheming,
like dust through your fingers,
it’s gone, does not linger,
leaving you mostly perturbed.
*exits stage left* *err… right* *um… disappears behind the curtain*
Hey, I never claimed poetry was my strong suit. Also, because I’m feeling so… ahhhhhhhhh… I give you a WIPpet that doesn’t really come from an actual WIP. I shared the opening of this a couple weeks ago. Something I dally with from time to time. Show of hands for those of you who recall Horban and his… arms.
Bravo! Due to some of the comments following that opening, I found and am going to share with you the first time Horban is actually given a weapon. He really is quite inept, as you shall see. Fifteen sentences for the 15th.
Horban caught the weapon out of reflex alone. Fumbled it. Gave a startled yelp when the blade nicked his finger. Fumbled it again, very nearly dropping it straight into his foot. He finally got an awkward grip on it and stared, mouth hanging open, unsure what Kalyn expected.
“It’s a sword,” she said, giving him an encouraging nod, and talking slowly as though to a small child who was having a hard time understanding. “You do know how to use one, don’t you?”
“No.” Horban’s voice rose an octave. “Why would I? I’m no soldier.”
“It’s really quite simple. Pointy end toward anyone besides the three of us that comes for you.”
Horban shook his head, gingerly holding the weapon point down by just a few fingers on the crosspieces. “Take it back.”
And with that, I bid you fond… wait! I leave you with this quite humorous video. Krankenwagon… *snork*
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