For all of you taking the NaNoWriMo plunge--Here's a BIG "You can do it-- GO WARRIORS! Just over half way there!" :-)
Weekend writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday and 9:00 AM Sunday EST. Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good.
The Snippet Sunday group can be found HERE
The boy had blonde hair as pale as moonlight, so unlike his own dark brown, but a fine match for the mother’s; he was sure it would darken with age.
The healer then cut the tie that had bound mother and son for months, and after giving him a once-over, wrapped the babe in a soft blanket.
A perfect moment, a snapshot in time... Deamante had never been so happy or so proud. He reached out to take the child, but the healer hesitated before handing the boy to him. In that moment, he saw something in the healer’s eyes, something in the man's furrowed brows, in his lack of joy for this birth. And it sent panic through the new father.