Wednesday Words #128 (6/7/2017)

Welcome to Wednesday Words!  Every Wednesday I will post some sort of prompt for a flash fiction piece.  The prompt will go live just after midnight Eastern time.

The prompt might be a picture, or it might be a list of things to include in a story, or maybe a phrase or a question or something from a “news of the weird” type thing, or a… who knows?

After that, it’s up to you.  But if you do use the prompt to write a bit of flash fiction (say, 500 words or so) I’d love to see what you came up with, so comment below with a link to where it is on your blog (or on WattPad or wherever).

(And a pingback to the post here where you found the prompt would be appreciated but isn’t necessary.)

Oh, and this isn’t a contest or anything.  It’s just a (hopefully) fun thing for all concerned.

And, hey, if it inspires more than 500 or so words, run with it!

This week’s prompt:

 a haunted dress

And, as always, I’d love to see what you come up with!

 

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Grapevine

This is probably going to be a non writing related blog post.  At least mostly.

I came home from work Friday night and was letting the dogs out and noticed that the majority of the grapevine on the back porch was gone. I asked my roommate what had happened to it and she said that our neighbor had cut down the dead part. I asked if she was aware that he had cut down living vines – vines with flowers that would turn into grapes. She said she hadn’t really looked at it.

Well, I got a better look at the damage Saturday morning and all I want to do is cry. It’s gone. All of it. What I saw still hanging on the rails the night before is just a handful of vines not attached to anything.

The neighbor came out while I had Riley out and said it will grow back. I finally got up enough nerve to go down to ground level (instead of looking from the porch) and it’s worse than I thought. There’s nothing there. Nothing. I can’t even see where the vine was. I don’t think there’s anything left to grow back.

I am heartbroken.

Heartsick.

And even if does grow back, it’s not going to be the same.  That lovely ancient twisted and gnarled trunk is gone forever. (This house was built in 1905. I don’t know when the vine was planted, but the original owner made wine from its grapes.)

I feel like I lost a friend.

So, yeah, it wasn’t a good weekend.

I have been invaded by a couple new plot bunnies though.  *sigh* I can’t keep up! I am doing pretty good at writing them on index cards but I think I’m going to need to get another flex binder (I’m pretty sure I don’t have one on my avalanche prone office supply shelves) and use it to keep outlines in.  I think this project may have outgrown any hopes of fitting in a traveler’s notebook.

Anyhow, one of the plot bunnies is a shifter story.  I have characters (with no name of course) but not much plot yet.

The other grew out of the grapevine butchering and is something that’s going to make me change some stuff in another novel (semi-finished – it needs to be expanded and edited) and create a whole new… not really a series but…

What do you call a bunch of loosely related books set in the same universe?

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Sunday Snippet June 4, 2017

 

More from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.  I’m skipping ahead quite a bit so I can introduce the other characters.

 

Dakkas watched her from the cover of the forest, just as he had for weeks, ever since the mountain passes had cleared and he had come down to patrol their borders at the edge of Human territory.  He was captivated by her as he had never been by any other woman. 

Her name, he knew, was Kashrya.  He also knew that she was something of an outsider, even as he himself was. Dark eyes closed against the deep ache in his heart as he again wished for the courage to approach her.

But wishes were for the weak.  The strong simply took what they wished for. 

Dakkas sighed, his eyes again seeking her among the other young women.  He was weak.  He simply could not ride out and take her.  It was what his father would have done, or his half-brother. It was what his father said a real Drow would do.  But he could not.  

Perhaps his father was right.  Perhaps he was not fit to rule.  Perhaps Jehadi, his older half-brother, the King’s favorite son, should succeed him on the throne.  Dakkas shook his head; he knew all too well that the only reason that Jehadi was not the Heir Apparent was that Jehadi was the King’s bastard, and could take the throne only if there were no legitimate heirs.  In fact, Dakkas was vaguely surprised that Jehadi – or their father – had not arranged his death before now.

Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Rainbow Snippet for 6-3-2017

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Picking up from last week’ snippet of Onyx Sun.

Taliya looked down at the collar in her hand and abruptly turned away.  “In the morning I will take you to the planet of your choice, and I will give you money to make a fresh start on a new life.”

“No, wait.  Please.”  Luzita reached out and grabbed Taliya’s arm, turning her around to face her. “Please don’t turn me out.  I… I’m sorry, Taliya. Just, the things she said, she… She made it all sound so reasonable…”

“It’s not just that,” Taliya replied. “The things you said about Ayess…”

Luzita flushed.  “I – I’m sorry.  I… I know how you are, how you feel about other races and… And I was just trying to hurt you the way you hurt me.”


 

 

 

 

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A Long Way

Can you believe that Camp is open for registration already?

I set up the cabin and declared a project “to be determined” since I have absolutely no clue what I’m going to be doing for my July project. (I’m outlining for November, but for July? Um, yeah. No idea.)

My goal for Camp is 31K, but I’m not sure if that’s going to be on the Elven Bard novel or something else.  I can’t really decide on that until I see how this month goes. If I finish the scene I started working on for Onyx Sun I’ll work on the Elven Bard novel, if not, I’ll finish it and then get back to work on the new novel.

Meanwhile, I think I might change my modus operandi, mostly because I’ve been an idiot.

You know those goals I set for myself each month and then fail miserably at meeting?  Well yesterday, Curiouser Editing, LLC, posted something on Face Book that made me stop and think.

I know better, I do. One of my mantras is “Look at what you did, not at what you didn’t do.”  The trouble is, I only seem to apply it to things like house work and decluttering, which is why I said I’ve been an idiot. Of course I should apply it to other things too – like my writing.

So, (as of yesterday) I’ve started keeping a journal listing the things I do do regarding writing, not just the things I want to do. Yesterday I managed to schedule my Wednesday Words, Rainbow Snippet, and Sunday Snippet posts for the month. And I set up a “holding” project for Camp and got the cabin opened and named. (In case you’re curious, it’s YaGottaWanna)

I still need to keep the overall goals in mind, but I think that shifting the focus to what I am doing instead of everything that I need to do is going to help.

With luck, at the end of the month I’ll be able to look back and say, “Wow, I’ve come a long way!” instead of “I have a long way to go.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #127 (5/31/2017)

Welcome to Wednesday Words!  Every Wednesday I will post some sort of prompt for a flash fiction piece.  The prompt will go live just after midnight Eastern time.

The prompt might be a picture, or it might be a list of things to include in a story, or maybe a phrase or a question or something from a “news of the weird” type thing, or a… who knows?

After that, it’s up to you.  But if you do use the prompt to write a bit of flash fiction (say, 500 words or so) I’d love to see what you came up with, so comment below with a link to where it is on your blog (or on WattPad or wherever).

(And a pingback to the post here where you found the prompt would be appreciated but isn’t necessary.)

Oh, and this isn’t a contest or anything.  It’s just a (hopefully) fun thing for all concerned.

And, hey, if it inspires more than 500 or so words, run with it!

This week’s prompt:

a box filled with wrapped presents
an ocean
an attack

And, as always, I’d love to see what you come up with!

 

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Progress = Not Much

Where has the month gone?

And, more importantly, can I get it back for a do over?

Pretty much nothing productive has happened all month. I think I’ll just carry the same writing goals over into June, minus the short stories to submit to an anthology. (The deadline is the 31st and there’s no way it’s going to happen between now and then.)

I’ve poked at some outlining for November, though, and I’ve made a pretty good dent in the project to put all stories and story ideas on index cards so I can finally get them organized and see how many lifetimes it’s going to take me to write them all.

(At the rate that I’ve been writing this month the answer is 42.)

I really need to get back into the swing of things. I know this. I just don’t know how.

And in case I wasn’t sure that I needed to get back into the swing of things, a little while ago I tripped. I caught my foot in the handles of a tote that holds the notebooks for the concordance for the Academy of the Accord series. A definite sign that I should be working on stuff, don’t you think?

Meanwhile, however, I have made some progress on clutter, so life’s not all bad.

And maybe two days off isn’t enough to recharge from work, but maybe a month off is enough to refresh the muse?

 

 

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Sunday Snippet May 28, 2017

 

More from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.  This follows immediately after last week’s snippet.

“But – but you are the Crown Prince…”

 He shook his head.  “We are far from the Elven Court, my lady.  In these lands I am but a simple Bard, travelling from place to place and learning of the people who live here.  None know of my lineage, and I enjoy being treated as one of them.”

She stared at him.  He was the Crown Prince.  One day he would be the King, her King. Yet he wanted to be treated as a commoner?

Pashevel saw the hesitation and confusion in her eyes. “Please,” he said quietly.  “I just want to be treated like anyone else. I am no different than any other person you’d meet.”

She studied him for a long moment, thinking back to the tales she had heard of the Crown Prince, of how he preferred spending time in the villages rather than at the palace, of the way he championed the common people –often going head to head with his father over matters of taxation and justice – of the way he truly loved the people that he would one day govern, and of how much he was loved by them in return..  At last she nodded.  “I — I’ll try.”

“That is all I can ask, my lady,” he said, tucking the blankets around her again.  

Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Rainbow Snippet for 5-27-2017

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Picking up from last week’ snippet of Onyx Sun.

Luzita reached up to touch her neck, not quite believing that it was bare, that there was no band of metal on it.  Slowly she turned to face Taliya.

“You freed me?”

“You know how I feel about slavery.”

“Maureena said that you told her to sell me.”  Luzita’s voice choked off as she broke down.  “I… She demanded that I pay for my room and board and I had no money.  She wouldn’t let me call you – she said she had talked to you and you said you wouldn’t pay it either, and that you told her to go ahead and sell me.”

“And you believed that?”  Taliya wasn’t sure if she was more angry or hurt or outraged.

“I never heard from you after you left and I couldn’t call you, she had my comm blocked.  And she said things that sounded true – that I was no more important to you than any of the servants, that we were all the same to you.”  There was a pleading tone in her voice.

 

 

 

 

 

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Time Paradox

People who think that time is a constant are wrong.  How can anyone think it’s a constant when days off go by so much faster than days at work?  Eight hours at work drag on forever but forty eight hours off disappear in a heartbeat.

They do have something in common, though.  In both cases there doesn’t seem to be anything to show for the passage of time.  (Well, every couple weeks the numbers in my checking account get bigger, but that’s about it.)

Yeah, it was one of those weekends, the kind where nothing productive happens despite all the best intentions any world has ever seen.

In my own defense, I was battling back pain most of my two days off. And I did do laundry and wash up a bunch of dishes. And ran some errands and took the dogs to visit the residents of the long term care facility where I work.

(Exciting life I lead, huh?)

I’m currently a Triple D: Drained, Discouraged, and Dreading going back to work.

Drained because two days off really isn’t enough time to recharge. (I’m not sure how many days it takes, but I know that it’s more than two.)

Discouraged because I did very little that was writing related. (And by “very little” I mean that I entertained a new plot bunny.  Well, a new character. I don’t really have a plot to put her in yet, although she might fit into an urban fantasy or paranormal thing I have floating around the edges of my mind.)

And Dreading going back to work because… well, because work.

On the other hand, for some reason that I have yet to really understand, I find that I am frequently more productive in the couple hours I have online before work than in the couple days I have off, so maybe there’s still hope that before I go to work today I can do some of the stuff I haven’t done in the past two days.

And maybe one of those things will be putting words together in a story.

Preferably one I’m already working on, and not something new.

 

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