Saturday, November 10, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday: November 11, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday is a bloghop--and one of the friendliest. Participants post six sentences of their writing, then the fun begins. Readers hop from blog to blog, sharing opinions, critiques and encouragement. We know what a solitary pursuit writing can be--and Six Sentence Sunday is a great way to meet other writers, and take a break from our solitude. Complete rules and a sign up form are at the site here.
Returning to my WIP, ATNS. A snippet from a dream sequence. Cuylrh, the man who has taken Marissa under his wing, his original intent to teach her the language and what she'll need to know to survive in the Rialtan Empire, is struggling to remain emotionally detached.
"He surveyed her from head to toe, her clean hair braided in a manner showing deference to the Giver above, and her body tucked into a baggy, white shirt and tight, black pants meant to help her blend in with his group. Who was he kidding? As if she could blend in. She was...anything but Rialtan. It didn’t matter what she wore; she stood out like an exquisite flower in a field of dry grass."
All comments, opinions, criticisms, greatly appreciated and graciously acknowledged. Thanks for visiting, and have a wonderful week, all. :-)