Firstly, a huge apology to my fellow WIPpeteers for not making the rounds last week. I may still get caught up, but I make no promises as my schedule is on the insane side at the moment. I was gone from the 16th through the 20th, and I’m not sure you’ll see much of me at all between the 29th and November 12th as I’ll be down in TX at the Australian Shepherd National Specialty. If you don’t know what the heck I’m talking about, that’s okay. If you’re interested in that side of my life, you can always check out my other blog Shadowdance Farm. Anyhow, I trust the WIPpeteers will carry on in my absence, behave, and keep everyone entertained. I’ll try to check in as often as time permits.
In the meantime, my WIPpet follows, and my ROW80 update (such as it is) follows that.
Here is another excerpt from the unnamed fantasy that is currently my second project. Yes, I just made that official, didn’t I? Edge of Darkness still takes precedence, followed up by my What to do about Driev quandary. When not working on either of those, I promise to keep working on this. For now I shall call it The Adorned for reasons you don’t know yet, and because I have no brain capacity at the moment for devising a snappier title. For the 22nd of October, I give you 22 sentences–if I counted right. The last couple of weeks I have introduced you to the two main characters. This week, Roe has been trying to avoid Fader and not having much luck. Here he finds her after she’s had a bit of an altercation.
A large shadow leaned against the corner, the glow of street-side lanterns reflecting in light eyes as he watched Roe. She stopped. He didn’t move. She considered her limited options, then turned around and headed back down the alley–back the way Tuter’s boys had gone, because a sound drubbing might just possibly knock some sense into her, and she obviously needed that.
She flipped a gesture at him and kept walking. His hand landed on her shoulder and she jumped, littering the night air with a string of curses colorful enough to make a docker blush. For a big man he could move incredibly fast and quiet.
“I need your help,” he said.
Roe twisted from under his grasp and backed until the wall stopped her. “I helped you once and guess what? I got trouble for it. Trouble in the name of Tuter Lighton. Do you know who he is? No? No, you probably don’t. But he was asking after a big, bald man with paintings on his skin, and when he asks it’s with his fists. Understand?”
“Did I not say that by aiding me you had put yourself against those who were against me?”
“Which is why I’m done aiding you.” She shoved her palms against his chest in a vain attempt to back him up. “Bugger off.”
Now, ROW80 progress. I missed Sunday’s check-in and will likely miss a few more. Re-read the first paragraph if you didn’t see why that is. I added zero words from last Wednesday to yesterday when I managed to squeak out a measly 1,672 conglomerations of letters. But, it’s better than a sharp stick in the eye, right?
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