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Sunday, January 22, 2017

Weekend Writing Warriors: January 22, 2017


Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)!  And Welcome! :-)


Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop.  Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live before 9:00 AM Sunday EST. (We check signups and remove links when we don't find a wewriwa post-- to save our participants from clicking on empty links--so please have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA)  Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good. Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found  HERE.               


This week's snippet:  After Earth's invasion, Lily was captured by the wasp-like alien (Bulrager) slavers. She's been subjected to a sort of alien fight-club they have, something to kill time while they journey through space.  She is in jeopardy.   This week is a glimpse of the wanna-be hero, Theusand, an empath assigned duty on board this leased ship. The "she" referred to is the MC, Lily. "Intellektai" is what her designation is in his Dai Klavven Empire.




Theusand stood barefooted on the lone wooden floor on the ship, absorbing the natural energy flowing from it.  Turning to face what he sensed was the direction to Jebatar, star, guide, and god at once, he knelt and prayed. He reached into a fold of his hooded robe and removed a string of empath beads. Humming a single note as each silky-smooth orb slipped through his fingers, he allowed each repetition to take him further away until the outside world fled, leaving him alone in his mind. 
While he prayed, he intermittently felt her presence, but when he tried to look through her eyes to locate her, there was only darkness. She was asleep; he was sensing her dreams. He needed her awake, and he needed to feel her emotions to find her. An intellektai so blatantly afraid had to mean an illegal act was underway.
 


 That's it for this week. What works and what doesn't? I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Weekend Writing Warriors January 15, 2017

Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)! :-) Halfway through January already! Putting this post together, I realized I have not posted from my WIP, Dai Klavven, since November 6th. Holy cow! I didn't mean for that to happen. Onward...


Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop.  Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live before 9:00 AM Sunday EST. (We check signups and remove links when we don't find a wewriwa post-- to save our participants from clicking on empty links--so please have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA)  Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good. Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found  HERE.               


This week's snippet: We're back to our main character,  Lily.  After Earth's invasion, she was captured by the wasp-like alien (Bulrager) slavers. She caught the attention of one of their military leaders who has forced her to go with him to another place in the ship. She's just realized that she is at a fighting ring.  Last week's snippet ended with this: "So this must be how they pass the long days between capturing slaves, and unloading them somewhere out in the hinterlands of space to sell to the highest bidder.”        


We continue from there...



The guards held sticks that sizzled, sending blue-white sparks from their tips. Some sort of shock prod? The giants seemed to know what they were, and gave a wide berth to the Bulragers carrying them.
Just inside the door, two guards and four fighters stood behind a chest high wall. A lot of good that flimsy thing would do. Even she could see that it offered zero protection against those monsters. They gave the men clubs and then sent two of them against the huge naked fighter. 
It was a massacre: The guards stopped the fight while the men still moved, and they dragged them out of the ring. They threatened flabby with their shock sticks until they had him backed up against the wall.
Next they sent the hairy  giant in and turned the other two men loose with clubs.
 


 That's it for this week. What works and what doesn't? I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share.

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Weekend Writing Warriors November 20, 2016


Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)! :-)


Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop.  Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live before 9:00 AM Sunday EST. (We check signups to remove links when we don't find a wewriwa post-- to save our participants from clicking on empty links--so please have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA)  Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good. Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found  HERE.               


This week, I'm posting another snippet from Christmas romance a short story that was included in an anthology from Victory Tales Press: Let it Snow. I'll be excerpting from it for several weeks. 
The set up:  Raff, the MC, is doing a bit of reflecting about the farm he lives on--giving the reader a glimpse into his character. In this part of the story, the reader already knows that for the most part, Raff's grandparents raised him.

His grandma had left it to him. She wrote it in her will that it had always been his grandfather's fondest wish, that Raff would live on the farm and maybe even work the land.
He smiled at the thought. Him? A farmer? It may have been in his genes, but he'd only barely taken it to heart. Though that was sort of sad, the mere fact that the proverbial apple can fall far from the tree was also sometimes a blessing. Considering his own parents, that had been the case. The alcoholism that consumed their lives had not become his destiny.


  What works and what doesn't? Even though this one is done, I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share. It might help the next one. :-)
The blurb
Raff, retired and alone, befriends Mandy-a single mother of two who lives down the road from him. The young woman reminds him of Angie, His high-school sweetheart and the only girl her ever loved. He and Angie had planned to spend their lives together, but many years before, on the Christmas they announced they were getting married, her father whisked her away to find a good man, the "right" man.
Three months before Christmas, when the rat-infested mobile home Mandy rents, burns to the ground, he offers to let them stay with him in his big, old farmhouse.
Their short stay turns into a longer one, and Raff discovers that he likes having children in the house, and he likes Mandy's company. She's alone in the world, and he wants to help her and the kids get back on their feet.
As the holidays approach, while Mandy searches for her birth mother and then has to choose whether to meet her or not, Raff is forced to face his memories of the Christmas long ago when Angie broke it off with one phone call, and then she moved away.
Is there still room in his heart for the one true miracle of Christmas… the miracle of love?
Let it Snow is available on Smashwords and on Amazon.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Weekend Writing Warriors November 13, 2016

Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)! :-)


Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop.  Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live before 9:00 AM Sunday EST. (We check signups to remove links when we don't find a wewriwa post-- to save our participants from clicking on empty links--so please have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA)  Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good. Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found  HERE.               


This week, I'm changing gears. I have a romance short story coming out in a Victory Tales Press Christmas anthology: Let it Snow. I'll be excerpting from it for several weeks. 
The set up:  Raff, the MC, took in a young, single mother after her home burned. He's been alone for years. It's the end of Thanksgiving day--which has turned out to be a wonderful day for him--that brought back a flood of memories.   Their guests are leaving. "Angie" is his one true love from decades earlier.    





After hot cocoa and decorating the mantel with holly branches and berries, there was a round of hugging and thanking and wishing each other well. Everyone went home, leaving Raff and his little tribe snug in the old farmhouse. 
He lay in bed that night, thinking of how his life had changed. The wave of regret came to visit, like ghosts of unsaid vows and unborn children, reminding him he'd made mistakes. He listened to the wind whistle around the tall stone chimney, and rattle the old windows. Angie, where are you...




  What works and what doesn't? Even though this one is done, I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share. It might help the next one. :-)
The blurb
Raff, retired and alone, befriends Mandy-a single mother of two who lives down the road from him. The young woman reminds him of Angie, His high-school sweetheart and the only girl her ever loved. He and Angie had planned to spend their lives together, but many years before, on the Christmas they announced they were getting married, her father whisked her away to find a good man, the "right" man.
Three months before Christmas, when the rat-infested mobile home Mandy rents, burns to the ground, he offers to let them stay with him in his big, old farmhouse.
Their short stay turns into a longer one, and Raff discovers that he likes having children in the house, and he likes Mandy's company. She's alone in the world, and he wants to help her and the kids get back on their feet.
As the holidays approach, while Mandy searches for her birth mother and then has to choose whether to meet her or not, Raff is forced to face his memories of the Christmas long ago when Angie broke it off with one phone call, and then she moved away.
Is there still room in his heart for the one true miracle of Christmas… the miracle of love?
Let it Snow will be available soon on Smashwords and on Amazon.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Weekend Writing Warriors November 6, 2016

Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)! :-) NOOOOOvember! The month of Nanos and Turkeys--and sometimes--first snowfalls.  I hope all of you Nanowrimos are doing great! I, for one, am hopelessly behind.

Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop.  Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live before 9:00 AM Sunday EST. (We check signups and remove links when we don't find a wewriwa post-- to save our participants from clicking on empty links--so please have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA)  Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good. Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found  HERE.               

This week's snippet: We're back to our main character,  Lily.  After Earth's invasion, she was captured by the wasp-like alien (Bulrager) slavers. She caught the attention of one of their military leaders who has forced her to go with him to another place in the ship. She's just realized that she is at a fighting ring.  Last week's snippet ended with this: "A Bulrager lowered a ladder and blue-black shoved her in front of him then pointed at the bottom rungs. “Climb.”         

We continue from there...


It really stuck in her craw to do as she was told, but she kept her mouth shut and she climbed. Maybe she’d be spared and she’d live to fight another day. Or even better, to escape if she saw an opportunity.
When she took her seat next to the Bulrager commander, she shuddered at her elevated view of the floor. Stains mottled the rusted metal with an even darker brown color. Blood. She felt sick. So this must be how they pass the long days between capturing slaves, and unloading them somewhere out in the hinterlands of space to sell to the highest bidder.   


 That's it for this week. What works and what doesn't? I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share.

Saturday, October 29, 2016

Weekend Writing Warriors October 30, 2016

Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)! :-)


Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop.  Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live before 9:00 AM Sunday EST. (We check signups and remove links when we don't find a wewriwa post-- to save our participants from clicking on empty links--so please have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA)  Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good. Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found  HERE.               

This week's snippet: We're back to our main character,  Lily.  After Earth's invasion, she was captured by the wasp-like alien (Bulrager) slavers. She caught the attention of one of their military leaders who has forced her to go with him to another place in the ship. She's just realized that she is at a fighting ring.  Last week's snippet ended with this: "Trying to will away her fear was useless; it was here to stay."

We continue from there...



"Like so many times in the last couple of months when she’d been outnumbered or cornered, she told herself, “It’s not a good day to die.” Really, though, what day was? Her thoughts went to Ben and the girls—and the only way she’d ever get to see them again. If it took everything she had, she needed to come out of this with at least a shred of life left in her.
She watched the Bulrager guards bring in four men. There was no way they were from Earth--not the way their jaws jutted out even farther than their noses. But just like humans, they were small compared to the monsters waiting in the ring.

Dev Areen grabbed her hair and pulled her to the wall. A Bulrager lowered a ladder and blue-black shoved her in front of him then pointed at the bottom rungs. “Climb.”        



 That's it for this week. What works and what doesn't? I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share.