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Saturday, September 28, 2019

WeWriWa: Sporulators 11


Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, where we share snips and bits of amazing tales by talented authors and writers. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished (we like it all) on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM each Sunday. Then we visit each other and read and 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, is HERE

      This week's snippet is from a short story, 'Sporulators', more dystopian/scifi, than anything I've written to date.
      I'm throwing some science into this story. Everything I'm writing thus far about how the mentioned  fungi behave is correct. I work in the field. :-) Last week, the comments left me wondering how much is too much. (I'm still wondering) :-) My opinion is likely skewed, lol, because there's still never a day when I switch on that microscope and look at a slide, and I don't hear my inner voice say, "Wow..."
      I know. It can be so hard to transfer that passion onto the pages of a story. And this is a work in progress. Plenty of changes ahead. Please keep the crit coming. I do so appreciate it. :-)   
     Continuing the scene, Klars talking to Eastwold about the world they're approaching.

  Could be wonky punctuation to keep within the #wewriwa guidelines.
The last sentence last week was: "I guess a ship jockey might best understand it if I said they’re like roots on a green plant."
The snippet:
        His eyes squinted above pudgy cheeks and his laugh was an irritating snort before he added, “The workers—you know, the volunteers—still harbored old fears based on Earthly superstitions. They called that fungus the were-spores.  Get it? Were-spores, like ancient, shapeshifting predators. I admit, it’s not nice, but we did laugh at that. Poor souls, believing in such things.”

         Eastwold couldn’t hold back. “You laughed at them? Sometimes I wonder which ones really are the poor souls.”

 
 That's it for this week. Thanks for visiting! I am truly grateful for comments, suggestions, and for you taking the time to read it.

Saturday, September 21, 2019

WeWriWa: Sporulators 10

  Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, where we share snips and bits of amazing tales by talented authors and writers. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished (we like it all) on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM each Sunday. Then we visit each other and read and 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, is HERE



      This week's snippet is from a short story, 'Sporulators', more dystopian/scifi, than anything I've written to date.    
     This scene is Klars talking to Eastwold about the world they're approaching. DESA is short for Department of Ethical and Sustainable Agriculture. Eastwold speaks first. 



  Could be wonky punctuation to keep within the #wewriwa guidelines.

The last sentence last week was: "Oh, and the mycoparasitic fungi to…”"



The snippet:
      



        “Stop, I have no need to know, nor do I care, Klars.” He spun around and faced forward while a persistent thought niggled at the back of his mind, that he should care about the shit DESA transported here.

          Undeterred, Klars blabbered on. One fungus—the most incredible thing—wrapped  a spiral of mycelium around that of an invading pathogenic fungus, after which it speared the cell wall. It was a Trichoderma—a green mold. Then—in layman’s terms for you—it sucked the life right out of the pathogen. Yes, the mycelium. You’d not know that either. It’s a network of fibrous strands of hyphae that gather nutrition. I guess a ship jockey might best understand it if I said they’re like roots on a green plant."

 
 That's it for this week. Thanks for visiting! I am truly grateful for comments, suggestions, and for you taking the time to read it.