Weekend Writing Warriors May 14, 2017

Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)!  Happy Mother's Day to all of you who mother something or someone, be they two-legged or four-legged.

  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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 9:00 AM Sunday, EST.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 from *name change alert* Dhor'en Sands (it might still change again):  Lily is following Theusand. They've left the section of the ship where he and his Chays (monks) are quartered. It's the first time Lily has left that deck since Lord Sand rescued her from the slave fight ring in the belly of the ship.  The last line last week was (referencing gossip) spoken by Theusand (Lord Sand). I have lived with it all of my life because I am a Dhor'en Sand." " 

Here we go...

The larger question burned, and since she no longer possessed a private thought, she went ahead and asked, “All of your life... so you were born the Sand? You  didn’t just wake up one day and turn into a fear-inducing mind-reader?”

“Fear inducing?”

“You can’t tell? You don’t sense it?”

“There might be some fear, but I believe it is mingled with a larger dose of respect, Lily. People must be controlled, and most accept that.”

She shuddered. She was living every terrifying, scifi-dystopian novel she’d ever read.

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

  A short note about sidebar promos.  :-) Sidebar promos spots are available at no cost as a perk of regularly participating in Weekend Writing Warriors. If you're interested, all we need is an email from you that includes the link to the Amazon page of the book you'd like to see on our sidebar. Our email address is: wewriwa at yahoo dot com

Weekend Writing Warriors May 7, 2017

Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)!  Happy May! So many holidays in one short week. May Day, May the Fourth be with you--Star Wars Day, and Cinco de Mayo. Did I miss any?

  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 from *name change alert* Dhor'en Sands (it might still change again):  Lily is following Theusand. They've just gone down a set of steps. It's the first time (in weeks) she's leaving the floor she's been on since Lord Sand rescued her from the slave fight ring in the belly of the ship.  The last line last week was. “ Memories of Ben and the girls jumped to the forefront, reminding her that her precious little family had always been, and still were her true destiny. " 

Here we go...

She stifled her thoughts; Theusand was about as weird and unpredictable as she’d seen him. It wasn’t the time to push that button—the one where she had a life and a family before she knew him.

She exhaled when he appeared to ignore her thoughts of home and changed the subject.

“I want you to see the ship and the good people who crew it. They are curious about you.”

“Why do they even know about me?”

She felt him smile. "In any group, any culture, there is always talk about others, especially those who seem secretive or mysterious. What your kind refer to as gossip. I have lived with it all of my life because I am a Dhor'en Sand."

 

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

  A short note about sidebar promos.  :-) Sidebar promos spots are available at no cost as a perk of regularly participating in Weekend Writing Warriors. If you're interested, all we need is an email from you that includes the link to the Amazon page of the book you'd like to see on our sidebar. Our email address is: wewriwa at yahoo dot com

Weekend Writing Warriors April 30, 2017

Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)!  Happy end of April. Time truly is flying!

  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 from *name change alert* Dhor'en Sands (it might still change again):  Lily is following Theusand. They've just gone down a set of steps. It's the first time (in weeks) she's leaving the floor she's been on since Lord Sand rescued her from the slave fight ring in the belly of the ship.  The last line last week was. “ There was no set leading up, so they went the only direction they could, down." 

Here we go...

At the bottom, after Theusand did his magic hand thing to open the door, they stepped  into a hallway just as gray as the stairwell, but at least better lit. A few people walked by, their gazes dropping toward their feet as they passed. Great. She was with the man who scared them into floor-ogling  She wished she could blend in with the walls.

“Stand tall. Become your destiny,” he said.

Destiny? What was the almighty Lord Sand talking about now? Memories of Ben and the girls jumped to the forefront, reminding her that her precious little family had always been, and still were her true destiny.

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

  A short note about sidebar promos.  :-) Sidebar promos spots are available at no cost as a perk of regularly participating in Weekend Writing Warriors. If you're interested, all we need is an email from you that includes the link to the Amazon page of the book you'd like to see on our sidebar. Our email address is: wewriwa at yahoo dot com