Weekend Writing Warriors: October 18, 2015

Hello all.  Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, a weekly bloghop. 
Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday, and 9:00 AM Sunday EST.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

              This is Chapter 4 from my SFR WIP, Across The Night Sky .  Marissa doesn't know where she is, or how she wound up with this stranger --who's dressed in archaic battle clothing. He's injured. They've spent an unknown amount of time fending off attacking animals. She's hungry, thristy, and exhausted. She's just spent a few minuted thinking about where he might be from.   This is the end of a chapter. My last snippet ended with this: "He must be German--the way he'd spoken his name, Kuylerh Mae Medoch, the last syllable pronounced like he was clearing his throat."       

Creative punctuation alert. 
 

We continue from there :

Definitely German, with the most striking gold eyes she could ever have imagined.  
            Then again, why on God’s green Earth would she ever have imagined a cinnamon-skinned giant of a man with gold eyes?  Oh yeah,  add that he spoke some French dialect of German. 

A voice murmured just behind her right ear. Little more than a whisper, there was still no mistaking it was a voice of the aged.  And it was as English as anything she spoke. Rissa turned to look, expecting to see an old woman,  but there was no one there. Still, the words hung in the air. “The really funny thing is,  you’d never have imagined you weren’t even on God’s green Earth.”          

 

That's it. What works? What doesn't? I'm so very grateful for any comment or criticism you leave. :-)

It snowed today! I still can't believe it. My daughter's yard is white--she lives an hour north of me. I admit, I'll be really sick of the white stuff by February, but tonight, I feel kind of like a kid when the first flakes fly. How about you? :-)

Weekend Writing Warriors October 11, 2015

                                        

Hello all.  Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, a weekly bloghop.  Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday, and 9:00 AM Sunday EST.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

              This is Chapter 4 from my SFR WIP, Across The Night Sky . The protagonists have just defended against a second onslaught by the predators. Kuylrh is alert now, and Rissa has doctored him best she could. They are exhausted. An unknown amount of time (days) has gone by.  My last snippet ended with this: "She sat down, her back against the wall, and tugged him to where his head was once again on her lap. And they waited "       

Creative punctuation alert. 

We continue from there :
           Every bit of her ached, and she was spitting dust. A crazy thought came to her. Maybe they were going to die of thirst rather than be killed by wild animals.  
       He kept trying to talk to her. His words sounded gentle and kind, and they all seemed to be statements-- as if he were summing up things or getting something off his chest. He must be French, she thought, from the sound of his voice.  
       Funny how the mind meanders in the downtime of even the most bizarre situation. She changed her mind. He must be German--the way he'd spoken his name, Kuylerh Mae Medoch, the last syllable pronounced like he was clearing his throat.

 

That's it. What works? What doesn't? I'm so very grateful for any comment or criticism you leave. :-) 

FYI, if you're going to Gravity Hill near New Paris, PA. have a map with you. DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT rely on your GPS or cell navigation. Holy cow, lost for about 45 minutes in the foggy, drizzly clouds near the top of the mountain (elevation was only 2700 feet) on one lane roads that could have passed for logging trails. My hsuband, me, and a family friend--it was her 61st birthday--she'd asked us to drive her out there. And three dogs completed the group--all packed into my Jeep. Yeah...humor goes a long way. I laughed until my ribs hurt. We had plenty of gasoline. I didn't have to be anywhere until Monday morning. It's still funny. I haven't been lost in years. :-)

It is a GREAT optical illusion, by the way. I read there are no less than 60 places across the USA that are considered hills that defy gravity when you place your vehicle in neutral. 

Weekend Writing Warriors: October 4, 2015

Hello all. Happy October. The month of new frosty mornings, crisp apples, leaves like Joseph's coat...oh, and lest we forget...ghosts and ghouls.  Did I ever mention that the original Night of the Living Dead was filmed several miles from my house? A classic. :-)
            Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, a weekly bloghop.  Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 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

              This is Chapter 4 from my SFR WIP, Across The Night Sky . The protagonists have just defended against a second onslaught by the predators. Kuylrh is alert now, and Rissa is doctoring him. She is using a blue scarf he was wearing to hold her field dressing in place. My last snippet ended with this sentence: ""The award for best portrayal of a typical man goes to my golden-eyed friend…” "       

Creative punctuation alert. 

We continue from there :
            Her words trailed off as she peered into his face, at the man who’d immediately looked her in the eye when she’d begun to speak.  His gaze penetrated her with such kindness, such gratitude, such…  The right words escaped her.  Nice eyes.  

She tied a bow at the front of his chest, pulling the cloth tight to apply solid, steady pressure. Unsure whether it was laughter or sobs she was fighting, she swallowed hard. It was unreal, yet all too real, the sight of him with that big, blue bow...like a gift just waiting to be given. 

She sat down, her back against the wall, and tugged him to where his head was once again on her lap. And they waited.

 

That's it. What works? What doesn't? I'm so very grateful for any comment or criticism you leave. :-) 

We're going for a drive to Central PA to a place called gravity hill. I see there are places all over the country with the same optical illusion. Anyway, I'll be back later to visit you all and read your wonderful writing!  Have a great Sunday all. :-)

Update Sunday morning. I've been missing our regular gal, Sarah W. She had a rush trip to the hospital in late August for acute pancreatitis . I went to her fb page looking for an update, then went to her hubby's page. On Sept 27th, he wrote this: "Quick update on Sarah for everyone: she is still in the hospital in Iowa City but has been making very good progress in her recovery. She is noticeably stronger and has a very positive outlook for herself and her recovery as she continues to improve. Her doctor wanted her to move to a long-term care facility in Davenport last week but the insurance company wanted her to stay into this weekend. Hopefully tomorrow we will find out what day she will be released to come back closer to home. She's going to be in the care facility for at least two weeks but it will be a positive for the whole family to have her in town as opposed to an hour drive away."

Anyway, it's a long, tough, recovery for her. In case anyone wants to leave a note, or send a message. https://www.facebook.com/sarah.wesson.3?pnref=eh   and   https://wessonblog.wordpress.com/