Saturday, March 1, 2014
Weekend Writing Warriors: March 2, 2014
Welcome Warriors, and Snipsuns, and anyone else who wanders in.
March...the month of mud. Mud might actually be preferable to what's coming. Another round of snow and cold. If you are in the path of winter storm Titan, be safe!
Weekend writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday and 9:00 AM Sunday EST.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
Creative punctuation warning.
As silently as twilight fades into darkness, she slipped from the room into the hallway, and then down the servants’ stairs. Over the pounding of her heart, she heard the echoing footsteps of hard boots. There was a rhythm to the step, like a church bell's warning when it tolls certain tragedy. The knell-like footfalls faded behind her as Crinda stepped outside into the final raindrops of the retreating storm. A bitter thought gripped her; one storm was ending as a new one began. She hurried along, putting distance between the baby and the executioner.
Next week, I'll be staying with this story, moving on to chapter 2. I hope for brutal honesty from anyone reading this story, snippet by snippet.
Thank you all so much for your help, comments, criticisms, suggestions, and encouragement. I think chapter 1 is nearly ready to file away as good to go. :-)