Weekend Writing Warriors: May 3, 2015

Hello all. Happy May! Before you scroll down to my post for this week, could you take a minute to read about some changes to Weekend Writing Warriors?

We've tried different ways to keep participants from posting over the limit. The latest has been for the moderators to leave a comment stressing that the only way to be fair to everyone is to expect everyone to stay at the sentence limit. It still doesn't seem to be enough.

Let me stop here and say, we love all of you. We love your writing. We love keeping up with all of the stories. And we'd love to take all kinds of things into consideration when a post goes over the limit. But it gets subjective and seems like favoritism when rules get bent for some and not for others.

So, after all moderators and admins chatted about it, this is what we think is the best approach for everyone involved. We're increasing the number of sentences permitted to 10. The rules read "Eight to ten sentences for the story excerpt, please." Poetry remains 150 words.

We feel this is a good step, and it also brings us in line with the Snippet Sunday group on facebook--of which so many participate in as well by utilizing the same post. 

It was a unanimous decision among mods and admins to take this step when a post goes over ten sentences: we will delete that participant's/blog  sign up  from our linky list... without notice.  This will be just for the week the post goes over ten sentences.
 
We all wish this wasn't necessary. But we do want to keep it fair for all who take the time to participate. We want to keep the sentence number low so that participants have time to read and visit many blogs. And we need to streamline the modding process for all of the people who generously donate their time to moderate week after week-- simply for the love of writing. 

If you're unsure what constitutes a complete sentence--what we use for the sake of our count, we are putting together a brief explanation and hope to shortly have it on our main page @wewriwa.com 

The new 8-10 sentence rule takes effect next week on the 10th of May post.

We will continue using the #8sunday hashtag on Twitter. :-)

Speaking for myself, I really hope that the new guideline which allows up to ten sentences is enough to curb going over the limit. I hope we never have to delete a link.

On to fun things :-)

             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  

This is Chapter 2 from my SFR WIP, Across The Night Sky  where we're introduced to the male main character, Kuylrh--second in line to the throne in the Rialtan Empire.  The previously posted hunting scenes now segue into his meeting with the female MC. He's been collected (abducted) by an alien ship.  He's injured.  It's not important to know what a Sezketchee is right now. It's explained over the next two chapters in fleeting references. Last Sunday's snippet ended with: "A Sezketchee warrior?  He really was confused. There was no such thing.". I've skipped a couple of lines. The ferabest was driven off and this is in the moments following. I've been creative with my punctuation because this is the end of the second chapter.

 

She was short, which was odd for any warrior, and dark hair hung over her shoulders; her clothing was the strangest he’d seen a scrapper wear, a thin yellow shirt, and blue pants that would be worthless to save her hide in a good fight.
            He managed to bow his head in gratitude before surrendering to the pain again. His mind wandered in the delirium that suffering brings. He couldn’t think of any Sezketchees he’d done that had eyes like that, stormy gray eyes that burned into him.

He remembered them all, beautiful shades of violet and pink.  He’d looked at each and every one when he was doing them.  It was a quirk of his that he watched his partner’s eyes just to see the look of satisfaction he never failed to bring.  And he’d never watched gray eyes looking back at him while he drove his point home.

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