WeWriWa: EU22

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors.
     I hope you're all practicing safe social-distancing. And I really hope that none of you feel alone in this. We're all in it together...
   Sending out virtual hugs to all of you. <3
     Back to wewriwa.

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     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story.  To read a compilation of all snippets posted for this story, click Here: Emmily Unbound, Chapter 1        Emmily, the main character, has lost pretty much everything in the last twelve months: her marriage, her parents, her job, and her house. She and her dog, Murphy, are moving to the mountains of Pennsylvania, into an old, remote, hunting camp her parents willed to her. After arriving at near dark, she saw someone in the woods at the edge of the yard. She's survived the night and had no intruders. Now she's sitting on her front porch steps eating her breakfast.

     There could be wonky punctuation to keep within wewriwa guidelines.  

     Last week's snippet ended with this:  
Murphy has already wolfed down his eggs and now sits staring at me, his eyes pleading for some of mine; like always, he wins.
  Continuing from there... The snippet:    

    

    

    

     I sip my tea and enjoy the sunshine on my face, right up until a branch cracks in the woods. Not a twig...no, this took a large animal to break it; my goosebumps aren’t the result of a bunny hopping around in low-brush too thick to see through. Murphy starts sniffing the air and a low growl climbs out of his throat. I peer into the bare-branched forest, but I can’t see anything that might have caused the noise.

I contemplate running back inside. I don't. Instead, I decide I need to either reach some kind of peace with the woods, or load up my car and head south. I opt for the former; this is my house.

      Besides, it’s probably a whitetail deer browsing for breakfast. I take stock of the yard and wish that clumsy, branch-breaking deer would come and munch on it—and bring sixteen of his friends. That’d make short work of this brown and green hayfield I have for a lawn.

     Okay, I think she's getting it together--and that's a good thing. She'll need to soon. 

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

WeWriWa: EU21

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors.
     I hope you're all practicing safe social-distancing. And I really hope that none of you feel alone in this. We're all in it together...
   Sending out virtual hugs to all of you. <3
     Back to wewriwa.

      If you'd like to participate or read tempting morsels from other authors, please sign up--or check the linky list at: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/
     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story.  To read a compilation of all snippets posted for this story, click Here: Emmily Unbound, Chapter 1        Emmily, the main character, has lost pretty much everything in the last twelve months: her marriage, her parents, her job, and her house. She and her dog, Murphy, are moving to an old hunting camp her parents willed to her. It's remote, in the mountains of Pennsylvania. After arriving at near dark, she saw someone in the woods at the edge of the yard. She's survived the night and had no intruders.

     There could be wonky punctuation to keep within wewriwa guidelines.  

     Last week's snippet ended with this:  
This is everything from my past I’ve deemed worthy of sharing space in my new life. My new parentless, husbandless, jobless life.
  Continuing from there... The snippet:    

    

    

     Losing my job… that was the final nail in whatever it is that holds life together. In my case, the nails were being pulled out one at a time until it all fell apart.

     Unpacking several totes and organizing the essentials takes up another hour. I slide the rest of the boxes into the little bedroom, my room from forty years ago. I’ll go through them later when I’m not swimming in emotion—as if that day will ever come...

     Several bottles of water later, and a recently unpacked box of kitchen supplies, I have a fresh pot of orange and spice tea. The first morning of my new life, I take my breakfast of a cheese omelet and a travel mug of tea out onto the porch. Murphy follows me. The front steps are a perfect dining room chair, and my lap serves as my table. Murphy has already wolfed down his eggs and now sits staring at me, his eyes pleading for some of mine; like always, he wins.

     Okay, it seems like things have settled down. She's at ease all alone up here in the hinterlands of civilization. For how long? ~evil laugh~ 

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

WeWriWa: EU20

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors.
     The Coronavirus has made its way to the Pgh, PA area. As my son said, "The panic is real." I've never seen anything like it--the stripped-bare shelves in stores... 
     Along with not engaging in panic buying, but being sensibly prepared, I'm not poo-pawing off the seriousness of the illness. My husband is 71 and has an underlying health condition. He is part of a demographic at a higher risk. I understand the concerns...even the fear.
      I know that many of you are in the same boat. I'm keeping you all in my thoughts as the spread of the virus continues. I think it might be time for a group hug--virtual of course. The best kind of hug considering current times...
     Back to wewriwa. :-)

      If you'd like to participate, or read tempting morsels from other authors, please sign up at--and check the linky list: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/
     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story.           Emmily, the main character, has lost pretty much everything in the last twelve months: her marriage, her parents, her job, and her house. She and her dog, Murphy, are moving to an old hunting camp her parents willed to her. It's remote, in the mountains of Pennsylvania. After arriving at near dark, she saw someone in the woods at the edge of her yard. She ran back in the house and has systematically (while trying not to freak out) checked locks, closed curtains, and thought through what to do to stay safe. This is the start of Chapter 2. She's survived the night and had no intruders.

     There could be wonky punctuation to keep within wewriwa guidelines.  

     Last week's snippet ended with this:   The land is shaking off the cold, the loss, the illusion of endless sleep, just like I need to do… to find a way to start again.

  Continuing from there... The snippet:    

    

    The sky is an almost impossible shade of blue. I stretch, doing my homemade version of yoga, welcoming the new day.  My spirits are good. I repeat in my head that this is going to work, this is the answer; I’m in the right place to heal from my losses. I finish my stretch and head back inside. I have a lot to do today, so I can’t waste this early start.

      Hauling in the rest of my belongings takes a good hour. It's way more than luggage. This is everything from my past I’ve deemed worthy of sharing space in my new life. My new parentless, husbandless, jobless life.

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