Week 4 "Endless and Hopeless"
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The idea is simple. Sign the list which is posted by 10:00 AM EST on Mondays. Then post 8 sentences of your writing on your own blog so other writers can visit, read and comment, crit, encourage, and get to know you, and vice versa :-) It's for beginners and published pros alike.
My #8sunday post for this week:
Returning to my WIP, ATNS, and making the selection for today's 8 sentences using the random scrolling method, I've landed fairly early in the story.
Rissa, the main character, has had a bad evening, that included a run in with Cuylrh. She's misses her son back on Earth, and she's homesick. She's walked away from camp and is now sitting beside a small lake.
"Starlight danced, bobbing up and down on ripples as the cool, night
breeze stirred the dark water. Goosebumps prickled Rissa’s arms and legs as she
looked from the lake, up to the heavens at the blackness of forever.
The endless sky—it used to hold all the wonder, all the
mystery and magic of existence… proof there was something more. Yeah, there was always something beyond what the
eye could see. And that had brought with it the simple knowledge that even if
today was best left forgotten, something else was waiting, tomorrow.
Until now. Home was
somewhere in the endless, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that to
search the endless… was hopeless."
That's it. What jumps out at you, good or bad. I'd love to hear it. Thank you so much for visiting!
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Well this jumped out at me, "Home was somewhere in the endless..." I like that. I felt the vast loneliness she is feeling. Good post.
ReplyDeleteThanks, HS :-) It works.
DeleteThe post really reflects how small she feels in the vastness. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jianne! She does have those moments when she is humbled to a grain of sand. :-)
DeleteGreat piece! Succinct but emotional. As a writer I get the feeling you put a lot of thought into certain phrases but I'm sure the average reader will just be impressed at how easy the scene flows :D
ReplyDeleteA wonderful example IMHO of tight writing.
Oh damn, my hat won't fit me now. :-) Thanks, Marcia!
DeleteIt is amazing how posting in small snippets makes us slow down and really polish them. And it's good practice for polishing all of our stuff. :-)
Funny how the sky can represent both endless possibilities and endless despair. Great excerpt, packed with emotion. Good stuff.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Steven! It's all a fine balance, emotion, scene, character... Still learning. :-)
DeleteWow, Theresa, I can feel her "mom" lonely--love how you build the emotionality with "Home was somewhere in the endless..." So very poignant. I'm in...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Nan. :-) It's nice to know what's working.
DeletePretty grim realization, very effectively expressed.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Botanist. It is grim. :-)
DeleteStill haven't quite committed to A to Z. :-)
Delete"the blackness of forever" really caught me. Great line. Poor, poor Rissa!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kate. I'm always curious which lines will speak to a reader. :-)
DeleteRissa isn't the only who got goosebumps. Your first paragraph is stunning.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jess! :-) I love that the emotions came through. :-)
Delete"..to search the endless..." Love that. Very powerful piece of writing.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rosalind. :-)
DeleteBeautiful, poignant snippet...loved the description of the endless sky. Such an excellent excerpt!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Veronica! :-)
DeleteThat poor woman--I expect that for her, home isn't a somewhere, but someone . . .
ReplyDeleteYou are perceptive, Sarah :-) Thanks for visiting.
DeleteThat last sentence certainly conveys Rissa's despair. I feel badly for her. Nice turn of phrase too: "Home is somewhere in the endless".
ReplyDeleteThanks, Debbie. All her suffering eventually leads to a hide as tough as leather. Softened leather :-) Thanks for visiting.
DeleteNot even knowing where home is... I feel for her.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sue Ann! :-)
DeleteThe last sentence in each paragraph, they each hold such power. Well done.
ReplyDeleteWow! Thanks, S.J. :-)
DeleteEach sentence contains power, Teresa. Very moving and a hint of foreshadowing all wrapped up in eight.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Charmaine. It's interesting what different readers find in a bit of writing :-)
DeleteSo emotional, and very moving. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Elaine. I'm humbled. :-)
DeleteReally great descriptions. It reminds me of when we are kids and we think anything is possible. The universe is vast and we want to explore every inch of it... and then we wake up as adults to realize dreaming is a waste of time. Or well, that's how this piece made me feel. Wonderful job!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mandy. Yeah, it's something like that. Don't you think that writers--whenever we finally come to accept that we are writers, also admit that we are still quite the dreamers? :-)
DeleteTeresa, have I ever mentioned how much I LOVE the way your mind works. I can picture that scene, I can feel her loneliness and the despair... ugh... just gorgeous. :)
ReplyDelete~Blushing~ Thanks, Marie! :-)
DeleteSpeaking from experience -- not knowing where your baby is, who they're with, what they're doing... Not being able to comfort them when they're crying... You've nailed it. Great job, I can't wait to see how it turns out :)
ReplyDeleteOh, Keeley, I'm sorry it brought a heartache to you. And I thank you for sharing that with me. No truer affirmation could I be given that I am on the right course. :-)
DeleteSuch dark desolation. Nicely done, Teresa. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Siobhan. I'm glad you got that from this snippet. :-)
DeleteIt all jumps out because it's great :-) Love how she looks "up to the heavens at the blackness of forever" and how it sets up her despair. Very, very good!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Virginia! I'm blushing again. But I'm smiling, too! :-)
DeleteThis is a beautiful, heartfelt piece. Amazing job!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sarah! :-)
DeleteIt is so obvious from this, that you are a pro!!! What beautiful descriptions of a heaven even with different arrangements. You feel her despair of home, her sense of loss about it, and yet you can feel her strength. She is not giving up yet.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Carol. Oh, she wears her heart on her sleeve, but this empire has no pity. She has to toughen or die trying. :-)
DeleteOooh, you pull me and make me connect with a relatable feeling, then change it up and now I want to know what has happened to cause this shift in the character's attitude? Nice work!
ReplyDeleteThanks, TODM! :-) I'm glad is made you question the shift. :-)
DeleteLovely description, and her despair comes through perfectly with the words 'somewhere in the endless'.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Paula. :-)
DeleteLove this, Teresa. Very poignant - I feel her pain and longing for her child. And her despair. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Valentina! I hope you join us some Sunday--and post 8 of your own. :-) Thanks for visiting :-)
DeleteNice description. I get a sense of utter futility and despair being 'somewhere in the endless'.
ReplyDeleteThanks, John. Yeppers, plenty of it to go around. :-)
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