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Sunday, March 26, 2017

Weekend Writing Warriors March 26, 2017





Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)! First, a short note about sidebar promos.  :-) Sidebar promos spots are available at no cost as a perk of regularly participating in Weekend Writing Warriors. If you're interested, all we need is an email from you that includes the link to the Amazon page of the book you'd like to see on our sidebar. Our email address is: wewriwa at yahoo dot com



  It's time for snips and bits of amazing tales by talented writers! 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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 9:00 AM Sunday, EST.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.  
                This week's snippet:  Moving ahead in my WIP, jumping many chapters to give you a glimpse of the male MC--a very complex soul. He is alien, capable of reading minds, and Lily has just had an argument with one of his Chays (sort of like monks. They care for him and help with his task on the ship.) The argument was ugly, and Theusand disciplined his Chay upon his return to his quarters. In case you don't recall, this is Lord Sand, and no one may gaze upon his icy blue eyes without first being invited by him to do so. He's just explained where she should walk--relative to him. Please excuse creative punctuation used  to stay within guidelines. The last line last week was was, "
You will walk only one half step behind, nearly beside me.”

Only one half step? Hell, she should kiss his feet for letting her be danged near his equal. She struggled to keep her rage unspoken. As if it would make any difference if she managed to stifle the words; he already knew every venomous thought swirling in her head.  

Her husband was nothing like this despicable excuse for a man. Ever since their wedding day, she and Ben were a fifty-fifty team, raising children, paying the bills, and in everything else they did. There was never a time he’d given her reason to think she was less in his eyes. That’d be the day--the damned day— he’d ever tell her to walk half a step behind him. 
She had to get home, back to him, back to a world that made sense. She wanted to scream.

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

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Weekend Writing Warriors March 19, 2017







Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)! First, a short note about sidebar promos.  :-) Sidebar promos spots are available at no cost as a perk of regularly participating in Weekend Writing Warriors. If you're interested, all we need is an email from you that includes the link to the Amazon page of the book you'd like to see on our sidebar. Our email address is: wewriwa at yahoo dot com


  It's time for snips and bits of amazing writing by talented writers! 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 by 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.  
                This week's snippet:  Moving ahead in my WIP, jumping many chapters to give you a glimpse of the male MC--a very complex soul. He is alien, capable of reading minds, and Lily has just had an argument with one of his Chays (sort of like monks. They care for him and help with his task on the ship.) The argument was ugly, and Theusand disciplined his Chay upon his return to his quarters. In case you don't recall, this is Lord Sand, and no one may gaze upon his icy blue eyes without first being invited by him to do so.


"Theusand slid his hood back, revealing ice, and then looked at Lily, seeming to study her. His expression was unreadable and terrifying at once.  “Walk with me.” 

Fear overrode Lily’s knee-jerk response to tell him to kiss her Earth ass, too. What did it matter? He'd known it as soon as she'd thought it, and from the look on his face, he didn’t like it one bit. She followed him out the door.

He slowed in the hallway, motioning for her to walk near his side. “You are not a Chay who is vowed to serve me, to be at my beck and call, and to follow at five paces. You will walk only one half step behind, nearly beside me.”

Wow--he is generous, huh? Only a half step behind. Bet she doesn't like that one bit. :-) 
 That's it for this week. What works and what doesn't? I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Weekend Writing Warriors February 19, 2017


Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)! First, a short note about sidebar promos.  :-) Sidebar promos spots are available at no cost as a perk of regularly participating in Weekend Writing Warriors. If you're interested, all we need is an email from you that includes the link to the Amazon page of the book you'd like to see on our sidebar. Our email address is: wewriwa at yahoo dot com

  It's time for snips and bits of amazing writing by talented writers! 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 by 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.  
 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 to where they sell their slave cargo. Jobe is Lily's dog.  Jean is one of three other humans she's found so far in her large holding cell: Jean, his girlfriend, Mirelle, and their friend, Maurice.  Dev Areen is the alien who captured her, and is in charge of this deck of the transport ship they are on.  Dev has just selected all of the humans plus Jobe to go to the fight ring with him. The last sentence last week, spoken by Dev Areen, was: “Obey me, or I’ll gut your dog in the middle of the floor.”



We continue from there.


She shook when she started up the ladder, gripping each rung as if she meant to crush it. She had no doubt that evil son of a bitch would do exactly what he’d just said, and that he’d enjoy doing it. She climbed as if Jobe’s life depended on it, because it did..

Two fights in, the floor was spattered red. They brought in the hairy giant, and then much to her horror, she saw her friends and Jobe being shoved into the ring. The door slammed behind them, a rumbling thud of death.
When the giant came at them, Jobe cowered and darted away. The hulking thing caught Mirelle and flung her against the wall. She glanced off of it and tumbled to the floor where she lay motionless. 
 
That's it for this week. What works and what doesn't? I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share.

Saturday, February 11, 2017

Weekend Writing Warriors February 12, 2017

Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)! First, a short note about sidebar promos.  :-) Sidebar promos spots are available at no cost as a perk of regularly participating in Weekend Writing Warriors. If you're interested, all we need is an email from you that includes the link to the Amazon page of the book you'd like to see on our sidebar. Our email address is: wewriwa at yahoo dot com
Happy Valentines Day a bit early to everyone. :-)
          It's time for
snips and bits of amazing writing by talented writers! 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 by 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. 



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 to where they sell their slave cargo. Jobe is Lily's dog.  Jean is one of three other humans she's found so far in her large holding cell. Jean, his girlfriend, Mirelle, and their friend, Maurice. They are from France. Dev Areen is the alien who captured her, and is in charge of this deck of the transport ship they are on.  Dev has just selected Jean and Jobe to go to the fight ring with him. The last sentence last week, spoken by Lily, was: Take me--I’ll fight.”

We continue from there.


His teeth clicked together before the sound of his unnerving laughter began. “So, now you believe you can choose what you will do?” He looked toward Mirelle clinging to Jean’s arm. “You come too,” His eyes moved down the line to Maurice. “And you.” Then he grabbed a handful of Lily’s hair and dragged her toward the door.
When she entered the fight cell this time, Dev Areen shoved her to the ladder then pointed up toward the seats. 
            “No—I’m not leaving them.
               “Obey me, or I’ll gut your dog in the middle of the floor.”
  
That's it for this week. What works and what doesn't? I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share.

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Weekend Writing Warriors February 5, 2017

Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)! First, a short note about sidebar promos.  :-) Sidebar promos spots are available at no cost as a perk of regularly participating in Weekend Writing Warriors. If you're interested, all we need is an email from you that includes the link to the Amazon page of the book you'd like to see on our sidebar. Our email address is: wewriwa at yahoo dot com
Welcome February! The month of random but huge southern snowstorms, romance--and romance writers--hearts, and chocolate, lots of chocolate. And if no one is bbuying you chocolate for the 14th, then by golly, buy yourself some. :-)
          It's time for
snips and bits of amazing writing by talented writers! 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 by 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. 



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 to where they sell their slave cargo. Jobe is Lily's dog.  Jean is one of three other humans she's found so far in her large holding cell. Jean, his girlfriend, Mirelle, and their friend, Maurice. They are from France. The last sentence last week was: "When he came to get her a third time, and to collect fighters, she tried as before to pass Jobe off to Jean, but things went about as wrong as things could go." :-)

We continue from there.

Rather than the typical half-darkness the slaves endured most of the time, the lights blazed above them during ‘volunteer’ selection. No shadowy corners to hide in. Dev came their way, pausing in front of her small group. As she started to stand,  Jean barely managed to hang onto Jobe when he snarled and lunged at the alien.

Dev’s eyebrows pinched together while he looked toward where her dog struggled to break free of Jean’s grasp. He pointed at the Frenchman and said, “It’s your big day. Come with me, and bring the dog.”
Lily moved between Dev Areen and Jobe. “Don’t take them. Take me--I’ll fight.”
 That's it for this week. What works and what doesn't? I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share.