Weekend Writing Warriors: October 26, 2014

 

Weekend Writing Warriors

Welcome Warriors, and Snipsuns.  So glad you could stop by for a visit. :-)   The end of October already, can you believe it? 
     I'm back after a two week hiatus for family stuff. In that two weeks, when I had time to write, I worked on ATNS--the rewrite and line by line edit. In the process, I got some distance from my WIP, "Tayden"which I've been pulling from for wewriwa for several months. Because of that distance--and my head refusing to wrap around that story, I'm going to pull from ATNS for a while. I'm 54 pages into the rewrite. It's a start. :-)
     I'm going to excerpt the first 8 lines of the book. If you've visited my post from the First Page Review bloghop , you will have already read these 8 lines. By the way, you can still sign up for that until Friday at midnight. So, if you wonder what readers think of your first page (up to 1,000 words), then sign up here.
     
   Now, down to business. :-) 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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday and 9:00 AM Sunday EST.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. 
     If you're new to Weekend Writing Warriors ( #8sunday ) , the best advice I can give you to make it work for you is to visit other people on the list, read their 8 sentences, then leave a comment. Most participants will give you a return visit and leave a comment. 

     Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE

     Two years is a long time to not exist. At least to not exist on Earth.  Technically I was missing, but I may as well have not existed since I have no memories to explain where I went, or where I was.  I’ll get right to the nuts and bolts of it. I was one of those “vanished without a trace” stories. The rub is, I returned without a trace, too. One minute, I was in the state park playing hide and seek with my two year old, and the next I was in the desert alone.
     Two years had gone by.
    

That's it. What works, what doesn't?

Wordless Wednesday: October 8. 2014

Shhhhh... Let's get wordless...

 

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Weekend Writing Warriors: October 5, 2014

 

Weekend Writing Warriors

Welcome Warriors, and Snipsuns.  So glad you could stop by for a visit. :-)  
Happy October. It feels like it here. We have a freeze warning tonight. That would make it the end of the 2014 growing season. :-(  Time to gather the pumpkins and pick a last batch of beans.

Remember the entire month of October, the First Page Review bloghop is ongoing. If you wonder what readers think of your first page (up to 1,000 words), then sign up here.
       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. 
     If you're new to Weekend Writing Warriors ( #8sunday ) , the best advice I can give you to make it work for you is to visit other people on the list, read their 8 sentences, then leave a comment. Most participants will give you a return visit and leave a comment. 

     Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE

      The travelers are on the boat that is taking them upriver into the Firce Mountains.  Tayden  asked Wiley(river driver) if his Maker ever answers when he talks to him.  Wiley's answering him, telling him a story from "back before this hair was gray."   :-)  We are still in Kad's POV. Final sentence from last week: I looked up and seen that the man of different skin was already on board, leaning over the side with his hand reaching toward me."  



I gripped his hand and he started pulling me up. All these years come and gone since that day, I still sometimes wonder about what happened next.  At first I thought maybe I rung my bell real hard on the boat when I was fallin out. You see, when I looked up at that man, his  face changed from a Soothman's to a Juman's, and then it changed again into an Albainne's,"He nodded toward Tayden. "He could’a been your brother. All the while he smiled, and his eyes was full of peace. He managed to calm me in the middle of that raging storm--and that still don't make a lick of sense." 

That's it. What works, what doesn't?