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Sunday, June 25, 2017

Weekend Writing Warriors June 25, 2017

Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)!  The last wewriwa post of June! Time is truly flying by.


  It's time for snips and bits of amazing tales by talented writers! Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 9:00 AM Sunday, EST. (We check signups to remove links when we don't find a wewriwa post--to save our participants from clicking on empty links--so please have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA). 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 week's snippet is from "The Sands of Dhor". Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is following Theusand--he's a different kind of alien. They've left the section of the ship where he and his Chays (monks) are quartered. It's the first time she's left that deck since Lord Sand rescued her from the slave fight ring in the belly of the ship.  The last line last week was spoken by Theusand: "As I said, they are good people. They are—."  

Here we go...



“What are they?” she spat, giving him a dose of being cut off mid-sentence.
“If you would let me finish.”
“I don’t want to hear what they do or what they’re like. I am asking what they are, like I am a human and you’re a Dhor...so…what are they?”
She'd expected him to be angry at the way she'd intentionally disrespected him, but he sounded oddly detached when he said, “I understand your question now. They are  Shalks from the world of Shalkey, in the same space-time neighborhood as TeBrig.”  
“Right. So, tell me--in case I missed it--why do I care about these people? About any of this?”



  What works and what doesn't? I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share.

  A short note about sidebar promos.  :-) Sidebar promos on wewriwa.com spots are available at no cost as a perk of regularly participating in Weekend Writing Warriors. If you're interested, all we need is an email from you that includes the link to the Amazon page of the book you'd like to see on our sidebar. Our email address is: wewriwa at yahoo dot com

Saturday, November 2, 2013

WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS November 3, 2010

Weekend Writing Warriors
      
Welcome Warriors, and Snipsuns and anyone else who wanders in. Happy first Sunday in November. Yikes!  November !  :-)

For all of you taking the NaNoWriMo plunge--Here's a BIG "You can do it! GO WARRIORS!" :-)

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.



The Snippet Sunday group can be found HERE


This is from a WIP, a fantasy story. Working title is: "Taydan: Child Denied"
The ruler, Deamante, is about to become a father. His mate's sister, Crinda, has come and she's unwelcome. This week's eight sheds a tiny bit of light on the bad blood between them:
Creative punctuation in use. :-)

    


Deamante looked out the window past swaying branches of a wisdom tree. The late afternoon light obscured by heavy clouds lent a strange color to the river beyond. The water itself looked red, capped with pink froth, tumbling and crashing over and around red boulders. Another booming round of thunder rolled above them, snapping his attention back to the room. “It is an omen, an omen of his strength, that something so formidable, so mighty as a storm… will sweep across my son's first breath of life.”



Without even looking away from Bella’s face, Crinda accused, “I've read my glass and bones, the real omens. Mine came as a gift; yours come now, false and hollow. Damn your pride, Deamante; you forced this. You stole her away from our people; you took a woman little more than a girl.”



That's it. What jumps out at you, good or bad ? I'd love to hear it and am truly grateful for every bit of criticism, opinion, and shared wisdom.  Thank you so much for visiting!