First, I have to thank Kate Sparkes for this lovely post to my Facebook Timeline:
Oh, so true!! It made me giggle quite hysterically. Or maniacally. One or the other. Okay, on to the business of this post. I didn’t get to posting my ROW80 update Sunday, or making any blog rounds. I have a very good reason. I was busy working on my ROW80 goals and trying my darndest to not be sucked in by that great big bright shiny otherwise known as the internet.
How’d I do? Awesome. I made strides on the cover for Emergence, and I got the blurb written (which I had totally forgotten about). I suppose I should really be thinking Blog Tour…
I added words to CBC. Not sure how many. Still need to do some plot noodling, but that’s low down on the list.
Aaaaaannnnnddd…Nope, that about sums it up.
Hey, did everyone remember to check out Monday’s WIPterview with Ruth Nestvold? If not, get over there. There are only a few WIPpeteers left (Raewyn, I need to send you the WIPterview). Don’t forget, if you have a question for me, put it in the comments. I’ll be WIPterviewing myself last.
Now, my WIPpet. Um…I had to get a little creative with the WIPpet math. 1+22+14 gives us page 37 of CBC, from which I give you 20(14) sentences. See how that works?
A little backstory so you’re not hopelessly lost by the second paragraph: Driev had been in a bath house prior to this scene. The boy in question is the same one from the sewer scene, hence the need for a bath. Tam I think we’ve met before.
“Excuse me?” My brows rose high enough to get lost in my hair.
Ahgul’s voice in my head had put a chill in the warm water sooner than I would have liked, and sent me scurrying back to the lay-over. I’m not sure what becomes of a soul after death, but Ahgul’s seemed to have taken up residence as my conscience, and I didn’t care for it one bit. No more than I should have cared that I arrived just in time to find Tam getting ready to leave with the boy.
She peered past me to where the boy sat on the mattress while we discussed his fate. “Why is this a problem?” Tam kept her voice just above a whisper. “I thought you wanted to be rid of him?”
“Truth,” I said. Oh, truth, truth, a million times truth. “But tell me why in the gods-be-damned hell the Shadow Guilds are sticking their fingers into it?” And why the gods-be-damned hell I gave a rat’s balls.
“I don’t know. Look, I made the rounds of Sounder’s Hill, put some feelers out for Fallis–“
Tam scowled. “Gylan’s brother.”
There it is. Now go see what everyone else is WIPping up.
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