Weekend Writing Warriors: November 30, 2014

This past week, the writing world lost a wonderful member, and we at wewriwa lost one of our Warriors. Sue Ann Bowling passed away after a long battle with cancer.  A family member announced it in a comment beneath her last blog post. If you'd like to leave a comment of condolence, the post is here: Homecoming Blog

I will surely miss her brilliant Scifi, and her forthrightness when it came to critting my weekly 8 sentence posts. Note* as of this morning, Sue Ann's Weekend Writing Warrior past for this week has appeared on her blog. She wasn't here to sign up for the linky list. She must have had her post scheduled. It's here: Rescue Operation

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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday and 9:00 AM Sunday EST.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. 
          Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE     
          Set up: The MC was vanished without a trace for two years, then returned "without a trace" too. She'd been found in the desert alone after having just given birth. After spending a year being treated for being delusional-- she's convinced that her dreams are actually her missing memories, she's now working with a volunteer counselor, Rayanne. 
    In today's snippet, Marissa is meeting with , Rayanne. Last week, the reader was looking at prints hanging on the walls of  Rayanne's office--through Marissa's eyes. The last sentence was: 

" Her wonderful mood, the skip in her step, all left behind in a shadow made by the sun in an art print.."

She blinked back tears, too embarrassed to let them fall, and then searched Rayanne’s face for any reaction to her self-pity. “I do have the million dollar question, though. I’ll share that with you.” 

 “Sure, questions, thoughts in general, nothing is barred from our talks.”

“Is there a God?”

Rayanne said without hesitation, “Yes.”

“Why, why then does it seem that some people have perfect lives without doing anything special to deserve them?”

That's it. What works. What doesn't? I'm grateful for every comment you leave. :-)

Weekend Writing Warriors: November 23, 2014

I Hope all the Nano participants are getting it done. :-) And since it's the week we're reminded to take a little time to think about our blessings, I want to add that one of the many things I am grateful for is the group of  incredible, generous writers and readers who stop here week after week to give me encouragement, crits, and food for thought. A big Thanksgiving hug to each and every one of you. <3

We are getting to ready to make a new (Amazon) promotion widget for wewriwa.com.  If you've particpated 4 out of the last five weeks (80%), and would like to be included, drop us a line at wewriwa@yahoo.com  There is no charge. This is a thank you from wewriwa for regular participation. As we've said before, it's all the wonderful particpants (you!) that make wewriwa the great site that it is.

Now, down to business. :-) 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. 
          Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE     
          Set up: The MC was vanished without a trace for two years, then returned "without a trace" too. She'd been found in the desert alone after having just given birth. She was investigated for foul play in the disappearance of her newborn.
    In today's snippet, Marissa is meeting with her counselor, Rayanne. Last week, the reader was looking at prints hanging on the walls of  Rayanne's office--through Marissa's eyes. The last sentence was: 

" Tiny shirts and blankets were blowing in a breeze, and clouds dotted a pale blue sky just below the gilded frames."

A perfect scene in a perfect life; all was right. A wind was blowing without a care, and there was a child somewhere in that world, in the life of the lucky person who'd pinched the clothespins over child size clothing. Sadness tugged at Marissa as she gazed at it.  Could she ever have such a perfect life? 

"Penny for your thoughts, Marissa?" 

When she answered, her voice sounded flat to her own ears. "I don't think they're worth even a penny today."  Her wonderful mood, the skip in her step, all left behind with the shadows hiding from the sun in an art print.

That's it. What works. What doesn't?
My wish for you all this Thursday, that you don't have to work, that the food is good, that you're surrounded by people you love and who love you in return.

 Wild turkeys in the field above our house at the end of day. Time to roost. :-)

Weekend Writing Warriors: November 16, 2014

Welcome Warriors, and Snipsuns.  How are the NanoWriMo-ers doing?  :-) If you're doing Nano this year, and are looking for writing buddies you know, our Jess: Whimsical Quests of a Curious Mind  has started a thread on the nanowrimo site. It's here: http://nanowrimo.org/forums/writing-groups-and-clubs/threads/181417
   Now, down to business. :-) 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. 
          Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE     
Set up: The MC was vanished without a trace for two years, then returned "without a trace" too. She'd been found in the desert alone after having just given birth. She was investigated for foul play in the disappearance of her newborn.
     The book is written in three parts. (1.) Her journal entries in first person, then ( 2.) her "reality" day to day life while she tries to get her life back, written in 3rd, and then(3) her dream sequences also written in 3rd. In today's snippet, Marissa is meeting with her counselor, Rayanne.

After lunch when she returned to collect her journal, Rayanne fixed her a cup of tea. They sat in her office, sipping the orange and clove scented drink. She wasn’t sure which relaxed her more, the tea, or the comfortable room. The décor, in shades of baby blue and peach was perfect for a counselor’s space, completely disarming. On the walls, prints of  laundry hanging on a clothesline matched the color scheme. Who’d have thought it?  But it worked so well. Tiny shirts and blankets were blowing in a breeze, and clouds dotted a pale blue sky just below the gilded frames.

That's it. What works, what doesn't? I read every comment and am grateful for each and every one of them . :-)