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

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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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday and 9:00 AM Sunday EST.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. :-)