O’m’gosh! Wednesday (as I write this) is tomorrow and I need a WIPpet. Yikes. I am sooooo unprepared. Before I go on to scrambling for something, I need to give a big shout-out to everyone who showed me cover love (and please, don’t let me forget anyone!) If you have a chance to stop by any of these blogs, I suggest you do so. Not just because my cover is there, silly, but because these are a group of the most supportive, friendliest, writerly types I know.
The Raven’s Quill ~ Keri Lake ~ J. Keller Ford ~ Disregard the Prologue ~ Leila Gaskin ~ Sage of the South ~ Madwoman With a Writing Box ~ Elaine Jeremiah ~ Sarah Hart ~ Fallon Brown Writes ~ El Space
What a list! I’m still on target for a St. Patrick’s Day release. I’ve got a few interviews planned for between then and the second week of April, so no telling where I’ll turn up. Some of my characters are getting into the act as well. Mwahahahaha…
Ah, so, WIPpet time. To be honest, I’ve not spent much time with Driev the last couple of weeks. I’m floundering at the mid-point. So I printed out a hard copy and am reading it over just to get a feel for where the story needs to go. For some reason, having that hard copy in my hands is so much different than reading the words on a screen. Regardless of that fact, I think I can find something to offer.
I was going to be mean and give you only thirteen words. You know, 12 for the date plus a bonus word because I’m feeling all giddy this week. It happens to be one of my favorite Driev lines so I decided to share it with you in addition to my WIPpet.
“I’m afraid if I set my vices aside, Father, I’d have nothing left.”
That really is him, isn’t it? And, since we brought the good Father Jesup into this, I’ll give you twelve short paragraphs that follow a day after the encounter above. I don’t believe I’ve given you this bit before. Driev left Gylan (a.k.a. ‘the boy’) with Father Jesup at the temple where he occasionally rooms. And , well, it didn’t work out as well as he trusted it would…
Someone once told me I lack subtlety. It may have been Dell. In any case, I disagree. It’s only in certain situations that I tend to lose restraint. Father Jesup allowing the boy to be taken to Trinity Market in the company of several lay-priests happened to be one of those situations.
“You said to keep an eye on him,” Father Jesup said. He took two hasty steps back, his eyes flicking to where my sword’s grip rose above my right shoulder. “I assure you, he is in good hands.”
“And I assure you, if he ends up in the wrong hands, you’ll get to kiss your blessed Ornthenal’s feet before the day is out.”
“Are you threatening me?” The father’s voice rose an octave; indignation and fear mingled in equal measure.
“How dare you.” Indignation won out.
“Trust me, Father, I dare plenty. How long ago did they leave?”
When he failed to answer me quickly enough I snagged a handful of his frock and, lifting him to his toes, forced him back five paces into the wall and held him there. He sputtered the whole way, face reddening, fingers clawing at my wrist.
“I will pray fo–“
His head bounced against the wall with a loud thud.
“Hours.” The word came out as more of a screech than anything. “They should be returning shortly.”
Yep, as subtle as a brick, that’s what he is. I’m pleased to say I did finally make it around to everyone’s WIPpet last week. Although it took until Monday. 18 WIPpets!! Did you all see that?!!? How awesome. 🙂
Now I have to run. Much to do. I’m like the White Rabbit again…
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