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Sunday, October 20, 2019

Wewriwa: EU1

             

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, where we share snips and bits of amazing tales by talented authors and writers. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished (we like it all) on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM each Sunday. Then we visit each other and read and 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, is HERE

     I have a confession to make. I've been hiding behind excuses, (that I was going to look for an agent, that I was going to try for conventional publishing). I was actually scared stupid by a paralyzing case of writer's neurosis. It took a while to see what I was doing. Then it took even longer to take a step to move past it. This weekend, I'm taking a couple of steps. One of them is to start sharing some snippets from the story.
     I've decided to self-publish. :-)
     The book is called "Emmily, Unbound" and it's a contemporary romance with scifi elements. It's in First person--a big change for me.       
     Could be wonky punctuation to keep within the #wewriwa guidelines.
     I'll just start at the beginning. ;-)


The snippet:
       
    
      
I’ve given away everything that doesn’t fit in my car. Murphy, my little Cocker-mutt, jumps inside, taking his place in the passenger seat. After I hug my neighbor, I tell my ex-coworker, Addie—who’s come to see me off—to stop worrying. “I’ll call, really, I will. I’m not moving to another planet, you know. The mountains are only five hours away, so come visit me when you get a chance.”
     As I drive away, I’m a model of stoicism. What else do I have left? I’m not angry anymore, just sad.

 
 That's it for this week. Thanks for visiting! I am truly grateful for comments, suggestions, and for you taking the time to read it.

Sunday, October 13, 2019

Wewriwa: Sporulators 13



                               
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, where we share snips and bits of amazing tales by talented authors and writers. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished (we like it all) on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM each Sunday. Then we visit each other and read and 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, is HERE

      This week's snippet is from a short story, 'Sporulators', more dystopian/scifi, than anything I've written to date.       
     Could be wonky punctuation to keep within the #wewriwa guidelines.

The snippet:
       
    
       Eastwold’s main scanner came to life; a monotone, synthetic voice advising, “Greenleyone in communication range. Auto-adjusting for Greenleyone approach.”
      They roared through the atmosphere, thick as Earth’s—in spite of the planet’s small size.  When they dropped beneath the clouds, an unexpected view appeared: a  flat world with a blended green, black, and beige surface.
      Eastwold spoke. “Sure as hell doesn’t look like a veritable jungle to me.”
      Lars looked thoughtfully at the world beneath them. “Not as much as we had hoped, but not as bad as could be.  We’d hoped for trees, actual forestation.”
     After engaging reverse thrusters, at low elevation they encountered spheres-- floating bubbles of green, black, and beige.  Some bounced off the nose of Checkup 17—forming a steaming, gelatinous film on the windshield as they burst.


 
 That's it for this week. Thanks for visiting! I am truly grateful for comments, suggestions, and for you taking the time to read it.