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A collection of snippets of the books I write and, occasionally, my life and the things that inspire my writing...

Friday, November 29, 2019

Wewriwa: EU7

    
     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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished (we like it all) on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM each Sunday.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 snippet if from  Emmily, Unbound, a contemporary romance with scifi elements. It's in First-person.  
     There could be wonky punctuation to keep within the #wewriwa guidelines. Emmily, the main character has lost pretty much everything in the last twelve months. She and her dog, Murphy, are moving to an old hunting camp her dad and mom willed to her. She's listening to the radio for distraction, and the Deejays have just gone on and on about a possible UFO sighting. Jason is her ex-husband, and he didn't like the hunting cabin.
     This is chapter one. Last week's snippet ended with this:  To say that Jason never liked it is a big understatement...and it’s one that leaves me bitter.  
     The snippet: 
     When we reach our turn-off, rock escarpments perched high above both sides of the road appear ready to tumble down onto us. Pennsylvania bluestone buttresses, keepers of the gate to Wheeler Ridge.
     I do remember them; their tall, shadowy silhouettes scared me when I was a little girl. My grownup writer’s mind can still make them into monsters.
     I need to stop this train of thought. It’s pretty lonely up here, so no monster thoughts allowed.
     Murphy sits up, alerted by our slowdown.
     We turn left then drive along a rocky stream dotted with water spilling over rock shelves. It’s kind of spooky in the shade of the mountain and the darkening day. A shiny, black SUV barreling by the other direction crowds us, but lane-hogging isn’t hard to do since the paved surface is only about one and a half cars wide.
        
      I'm looking for Beta-readers--if anyone is interested, I'll send you a copy. Email me at cypherbuss at yahoo dot com
 
 That's it for this week. It might take me a few days to make my rounds. I'm having a gingerbread house decorating party today. It takes longer to recover from those things the older I get. :-) Thanks for visiting! I am truly grateful for comments, suggestions, and for you taking the time to read it.

Saturday, November 23, 2019

Wewriwa: EU6

      Happy Thanksgiving Week in the USA. One of the things I am exceedingly grateful for is all of you wewriwa warriors! Thank you. :-)
     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 snippet if from  Emmily, Unbound, a contemporary romance with scifi elements. It's in First-person.  
     There could be wonky punctuation to keep within the #wewriwa guidelines. Emmily, the main character has lost pretty much everything in the last twelve months. She and her dog, Murphy, are moving to an old hunting camp her dad and mom willed to her. She's listening to the radio for distraction, and the Deejays have just gone on and on about a possible UFO sighting. 
     This is chapter one. Last week's snippet ended with this:  “The weather balloon story again? But since I’ve never seen a UFO, I honestly have no idea what they look like." 
The snippet: 
They could resemble weather balloons, I guess.” I wink at Murphy. “Or battlecruisers from Star Wars, maybe even flying pink elephants.”
     Murphy answers me with another one of his perfected looks.
     Bits and pieces about government squashing talk of ETs and UFOs vanish into static when I round the next bend—where the headwaters of the Allegheny river have sliced a narrow pass through bare-branched hills.
     The cellphone navigation tells me I have a turn a half-mile ahead. I know this; I mean I knew it was coming up…somewhere…soon. In my defense, years have gone by since I visited up here at the family cabin.  To say that Jason never liked it is a big understatement...and it’s one that leaves me bitter.   
      
 
 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.

Sunday, November 17, 2019

Wewriwa: EU5


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 snippet if from  Emmily, Unbound, a contemporary romance with scifi elements. It's in First-person.  
     There could be wonky punctuation to keep within the #wewriwa guidelines. Emmily, the main character has lost pretty much everything in the last twelve months. She and her dog, Murphy, are moving to an old hunting camp her dad and mom willed to her. She's listening to the radio--for distraction, and the Deejays have just gone on and on about a possible UFO sighting. 
     This is chapter one, after a scene break.  
The snippet: 
     
        It’s been hours and hours since we started out. Hilltops lift higher, now true Appalachian Mountains. Surprisingly, my mood is lifting along with them.
     I fiddle with the radio and finally find a station. It’s fuzzy, but I do hear a man talking about the phenomenon in the sky last night. He claims the regional airport picked up something on radar, but then he back-pedals. “Officially, it was a weather balloon.”

     “The weather balloon story again? But since I’ve never seen a UFO, I honestly have no idea what they look like."

Yeah. That cut off mid-para. :-)
 
 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, November 9, 2019

Wewriwa: EU4

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 snippet if from  Emmily, Unbound, a contemporary romance with scifi elements. It's in First-person.       


     There could be wonky punctuation to keep within the #wewriwa guidelines. Emmily, the main character has lost pretty much everything in the last twelve months. She and her dog, Murphy, are moving to an old hunting camp her dad and mom willed to her. She's listening to the radio--for distraction, and the Deejays have just gone on and on about a possible UFO sighting. 
     This ends the opening scene.  
The snippet:   

         
     
     At the stoplight at the edge of town, at the intersection where my parents died, I swallow the lump in my throat. When the light turns green, I head northeast, toward wilderness and solitude.

     In my rearview mirror, the town I lived in for forty years vanishes in the distance. My new address is waiting—in what will forever be the summer mountains of my youth.

     My eyes well as a truth of being human drifts through my thoughts: We leave a place because we’re searching for something, but we’re usually running from something, too.

     I’m searching for where I lost myself in the purgatory of the last year of my life. And I am running…running from the emptiness, from the pain…

     I’ve been learning to move forward again, one second at a time, one breath at a time. This decision to start over in the mountains will, hopefully, bring me out on the morning side of this dark night of the soul I’m trapped in. I know I’ll have scars, but I pray there won’t be open wounds anymore.


 
 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, November 2, 2019

Wewriwa: EU3



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 snippet if from  Emmily, Unbound, a contemporary romance with scifi elements. It's in First-person--a big change for me.       

     There could be wonky punctuation to keep within the #wewriwa guidelines. Emmily, the main character, and her dog, Murphy, are moving to an old hunting camp her dad willed to her. She's listening to the radio--for distraction, and the Deejays are going on and on about a possible UFO sighting.
     Last week ended with this:
"That’s right in our backyard,” they say. I've never heard them sound this excited..

The snippet:   
         
     Murphy looks at me when I laugh, so I explain. “The deejays think it’s in their backyard, buddy. Funny, huh? When we get to the cabin, it actually will be in ours.”

     He answers like he always does, with a soulful look coming from his chocolate-brown eyes.

     Dogwoods along the street are popping spring buds. Daffodils in a cheery shade of yellow seem to wave, defying my mood. I don’t want this, none of it, but I can’t afford to keep the house now.

 
 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.