Wow! Wednesday already? And half way through October? So much to do, so little time to squeeze it in to.
As usual, I’ll start off with my WIPpet before diving into my ROW80 update. Sorry if this sounds rushed, it is. I’m heading out of town Thursday right after work, and won’t be back until Monday and there’s a long list of All Things That Need To Be Done. It goes right along with the List Of Instructions for the hubby, who gets to farm sit while I’m gone. But I’m taking two of the dogs this trip, so that only leaves him with three. And the sheep. But they’re easy. I just know that even when I write out nice, specific instructions about who gets what food and how much, he treats them the same way he treats any instructions: barely glances at them and carries on how he thinks best. *sigh* Can’t complain too much, though. At least he’ll stay home and hold down the fort while I go gallivanting around the country.
Alrighty then, moving on. For today’s WIPpet I’m going to give you 15 for short paragraphs for the 15th. This takes place the morning following Roe’s discover of the not-quite-dead-guy in the street. Here we get a bit more of a glimpse at the stranger after Roe has taken him to one of her hideouts and seen to his wounds. She meant to stay awake to keep an eye on him but…well…it had been a long day, and she wakes to find herself snuggled warmly under the man’s cloak.
Roe shot to her feet, dagger in hand, the man’s fur slipping to the ground. She found her guest lounging against the chimney, one leg drawn up, his arm resting across his knee.
“If I had meant you harm, you would not have woke,” he said. “Or at least not at your leisure.” He touched the bandage across his ribs. “My gratitude for this.”
“It’s going on the bill,” Roe said.
He nodded. “Just so.”
Roe slid the dagger back into her boot. She studied the man casually studying her. “Do you have a name?”
The corners of his mouth twitched. “Don’t all men?”
“I don’t know,” Roe said, resting her hands on her hip and cocking her head. “I’ve not met all men.”
“Names are a sacred thing, do you know this? To give one is a matter of trust.”
“You talk funny. Do you know this?” she mimicked.
He smirked. “Just so.”
Roe glared at him a moment longer. “Fine. I don’t need to know. Once you pay me for my trouble, I don’t intend to see you again.” She turned away.
“Fader Price,” he said to her back. “And your name in return?”
She angled a narrow look over her shoulder and debated making something up. A guess said he’d done as much. But something compelled her to tell the truth. “Roe.”
“It’ll do for now.”
I haven’t totally figured out if this will be my next ‘real’ project, or if a second Driev tale should take the honors.
Moving on to my ROW80 update–as you can see by my lovely progress meter, I only managed to add a little over 1,000 words to EoD since last week. That was mainly due to being out of town Friday thru Sunday. I don’t foresee much writing getting accomplished between today and Monday either. Argh. But, all work and no play and all that.
Anyhow, now I’m going to go stand on Shan’s blogstep anxiously awaiting her TnT post using my first 10k word.
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