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Sunday, February 4, 2018

Weekend Writing Warriors February 4, 2018



Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers) Happy February.  :-)  ! 



  It's time for snips and bits of amazing tales by talented writers! Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 9:00 AM Sunday, EST. (We check signups to remove links when we don't find a wewriwa post--to save our participants from clicking on empty links--so please have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA). Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good.  
               
  This week's snippet is from a scifi short story working title: "Sporulators".  Captain Eastwold--the pilot who flew Lars on this recon trip speaks first. The agronomist, Lars, who is the fare, speaks second.  Some character building going on right now early in the story.


Here we go...

"But since you and your parent employer, DESA,  stuck the poster child of agricultural projects out in this lonely corner of the stars, it might be a good time to remind you that space has pretty much incalculable risks.”
Lars smiled at him—a stiff, professional smile. “Incalculable? Really, Eastwold? The best. We sent the very best. The best equipment, the best supplies, the best people.  People with microscopes and analytical labs set up on each square kilometer of ground.  DESA didn’t treat this like voodoo or magic. It was science that went to Greenleyone--science wielded by intelligent men.”
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  What works and what doesn't? I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share.

Saturday, January 27, 2018

Weekend Writing Warriors January 28, 2018



Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)! 


  It's time for snips and bits of amazing tales by talented writers! Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 9:00 AM Sunday, EST. (We check signups to remove links when we don't find a wewriwa post--to save our participants from clicking on empty links--so please have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA). Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good.  
               
  This week's snippet is from a scifi short story working title: "Sporulators". Luke Eastwold, the pilot, speaks first here, talking to Lars, the agronomist.

Here we go...
“What do you think? With the far-rings settlements given up on thirty years ago, ships passing close enough to catch comm signals have been scarce. Still, don’t you think they’d have a loop transmitting? I don’t think anyone’s home. ”
Lars furrowed his brow. “Minimal communication has been the expected, and that causes little concern for the Department of Ethical and Sustainable Agriculture...”
Luke cut him off. “Minimal? That,  I could understand, but according to my flight contract with DESA, communication has been nonexistent.”
“We’re sure there’s a good reason for it.”  

  What works and what doesn't? I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share.

Sunday, January 21, 2018

Weekend Writing Warriors Januarly 21, 2018




Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)! 


  It's time for snips and bits of amazing tales by talented writers! Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 9:00 AM Sunday, EST. (We check signups to remove links when we don't find a wewriwa post--to save our participants from clicking on empty links--so please have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA). Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good.  
               
  This week's snippet is from a scifi short story working title: "Sporulators".

Here we go...


There could be a lot of reasons why planet Greenleyone was silent, and Captain Lukarhiah Eastwold suspected  none of them were good.  He tried to keep the impatience out of his voice when he asked, “Lars, did you find out anything? Any communication noted by passing craft?”
The pudgy man looked away from his thinker screen, pushed his glasses up on his nose, then glanced Luke’s way. “Nothing yet, but I’m still searching the manifests and logs of the most recent ships that passed by.  You know, Eastwold, it’s not uncommon for distant settlement worlds to go silent for extended lengths of time. They do have things to do other than chatting up passing craft.”
“Because you know so much about the backwaters of space, right?” Luke had hauled a lot of different types around this godforsaken part of the universe, but this guy, ‘Chief Agronomist’  Lars Stinson, was a real piece of work.  His PhD had to be in Arrogance.

  What works and what doesn't? I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Weekend Writing Warriors November 19, 2017

   It's time for snips and bits of amazing tales by talented writers! Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 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 week's snippet is from "The Sands of Dhor". 
Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is following Theusand. He's not a slaver.  He's Dhor'en; they communicate mind to mind. 
            They've left the section of the ship where he and his Chays (monks) are quartered, and have arrived at what she thinks might be the helm of the ship she's on. There's a crew member there--a different sort of alien. Theusand spoke with him, and it appears to have rattled her protector/captor--which is quite odd. He just informed her that they have an agreement to reach.




The excerpt:



“We have some kind of agreement to reach? What?”
“Not now, Lily. My mind is occupied.”
“I’ve never seen you like this. What has you rattled?”
“Rattled? I don’t think my behavior fits the Earth definition of ‘rattled’.”
“Seriously? What’s up all the sudden with this definition stuff”
Theusand narrowed his eyes at her. “Didn’t you want to ask me something about the man I just spoke to?”
Well, he is easily irritated. 
That's it. Thanks so much for taking the time to read this.  All feedback appreciated!

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Weekend Writing Warriors October 15, 2017

Last call for First Page Reviews sign ups. The linky-list will close at the end of today. This is an October-only event where writers post the first one-thousand words of their novel or WIP. 
          The idea is simple--you post your first page or so--up to a thousand words. It's good promo if you've got something published that you'd like to get readers' eyes on. Or, if you share something unpublished, you get some feedback, and find out if readers would turn the page and continue reading.  Sign up here by clicking on: The First Page Review . On to this week's wewriwa.
            It's time for
snips and bits of amazing tales by talented writers! Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 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 week's snippet is from "The Sands of Dhor". 
Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is following Theusand. He's not a slaver.  He's Dhor'en; they communicate mind to mind. 
            They've left the section of the ship where he and his Chays (monks) are quartered. They've arrived at what she thinks might be the helm of the ship she's on, and there's a crewmember there--a different sort of alien. The last sentence last week was a thought that Lily had about Theusand aka Lord Sand: "
It’d take an idiot to prolong a meeting with the man who thought he was Lord of all."



The excerpt:




They moved away from the small group that had gathered a short distance away.  “Could he read my mind? I heard his thoughts,” Lily said.

“No... he is a lower, incapable of anything more than conversing. ”

“Like me?”

His brows furrowed. “Like you, how?”

“You know—like me—a lowly ‘lower’?”

His face relaxed, probably when understanding registered. “Right now, by definition, you are a lower, but if we reach an agreement, your classification will change.”

That's it. Please forgive creative punctuation used to get it to a semi-natural place to pause (and forgive the crazy formatting that Blogger is subjecting this blog to). 
 All feedback appreciated!