Weekend Writing Warriors: October 27, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors: October 27, 2013

      
Welcome Warriors, and Snipsuns and anyone else who wanders in. Happy last Sunday in October. Yikes!  November is right around the corner!  :-)

For all of you taking the NaNoWriMo plunge--I'll be here, cheering for you from the sidelines! "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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday and 9:00 AM Sunday EST.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 from a WIP, a fantasy story. Working title is: "Taydan: Child Denied"
The ruler, Deamante, is about to become a father. He's been waiting for quite some time, and is no more than at his mate's bedside when:
Creative punctuation in use. :-)

    

The gilded doorknob rattled for only an instant before the door flew open and a small woman barged in.  Deamante narrowed his eyes; there was no mistaking the hatred when he growled,"Crinda, you're not welcome here."

Tossing moon-white hair over her shoulder, she leveled defiant, pale blue eyes at him, then she spat, "Perhaps not welcome, but needed nonetheless." Turning away, she walked to her younger sister's bedside. Rella moaned and Crinda leaned close to her and crooned, "Look at you, my beautiful little Rella, lying here in the sweat and determination of a woman."

Deamante bristled at the sound of her voice.

On the other side of the bed, the healer worked his hands nervously, wringing them over and over again. Sweat beaded above his eyes as they darted from face to face.

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!

Wordless Wednesday: October 23, 2013

These are from last week in the Outer Banks in the USA. I have a zillion photos I'll be posting over time... :-) First one taken out of a kayak. The second one taken from a third floor deck.

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 Sun setting on Albemarle Sound.

Moon rising over Atlantic Ocean.

Each Season, a Song

Inspired by my front-porch sitting yesterday, and watching the stars come out. The leaves have all but flown away. And in their place? The sky...

Each Season, a Song

Rumbling thunder, raucous march,

sweet, spring tune.

Buds sprawl into leaves.

Peekaboo, shy moon.

Green, summer canopy,

wind-ruffled roof 
of shade. Shadows waltz
 with sun-dapples. Blink. Poof!

Where hung three-season leaf,

autumn wind (a dirge) cast far.

Yonder, naked sky... and one

twinkling star.

Teresa K Cypher

Copyright 2013

all rights reserved

Weekend Writing Warriors: October 6, 2013

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

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 from a WIP, a fantasy story. Working title is: "Taydan: Child Denied"
The ruler, Deamante, is about to become a father. He's been waiting for quite some time outside of the birthing room listening to his mate's cries of agony.  Finally, allowed inside, he's faced with a surreal time.
Creative punctuation in use. :-)

    

   

Leaning close to her face, the healer’s tone was firm when he said, “It’s too soon to bear down. Just breathe.”

Deamante bent to whisper in her ear. “Listen to the healer, Rella.  Put the child first; he’s more important than you or me.”

When no comprehension registered on her face, it came as no surprise to him. He’d been told by the healer what to expect when the time came, and every word spoken was proving true. When she was imprisoned by the pain, her sole focus was to free herself from the hellish bounds where neither thought nor reason had stay.

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!

Wordless Wednesday: Framing is everything...

Shhhhhh, let's get wordless...

Framing is nine tenths of the challenge...

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Archives: Books. Photos. What's your plan?

Where do you keep your master files?

"Master files of what?" you ask.

All the things that have preserved information, preserved stories, music, and images that chronicled who we were and from where we've come, the fiction that has delighted us, the videos we watched years later, and the music we've listened to--sometimes a generation or two later.

As I sit looking at my bookcase, I'm a bit worried.  And I know I have photos in albums and some even in shoe boxes--along with their negatives  beneath my bed. In the family-room, there are a couple shelves of music CDs; they are my archive. I no longer have any vinyl records because, well,  you know, media changes so...devices change... Eventually I had nothing left to play them on.

I don't dust as often as I should, so some are collecting dust.  Even so, when I want them, they are there. Tangible things they are. Most of what I've kept is because they are special, and hold a big slice of sentimentality for me. Some simply because they're classics.

The debate about ebooks versus paper books appears to be settled, with ebooks taking the lead for many reasons.  I like ebooks, and have lots. They're convenient, they're reasonable, my Kindle changes font size so I don't have to wear my reading glasses. What's not to like?  

But with the exponential increase in ebook sales, I have begun to wonder...  How are we keeping the master copies?  For the copy that in 60 or 70  years will be pulled out of a file folder and read while the reader awes at their antique ebook.

The temporary nature of ebook files concerns me too. Drawing on my experience with digital cameras and digital photos, and seeing the similarities in the change from a print form of media to a digital form in both books and photos, I think the average person is not going to archive their files in a way that will allow access in 20 or 30 years, like we've always been able to do. And I admit to pulling out my dogeared copies of The Thorn Birds, and Andersonville, and reading them when they were over 30 years old and 55 years old respectively.  And that was in the last couple of months.

Okay, I'm trying to visualize keeping track of digital files and updating them, converting them when necessary to new file types...and in 55 years, reading my digital copies of Girl Under Glass, Dancing With Eternity, or Bountiful Creek (I love these stories, all new, and I originally read them in digital form).

Back to my vinyl records experience: formats change, file-types change, and the devices to read them change as well.  I have photo cards that are unreadable using my current computer hardware.  

Maybe it's just me. I have a difficult time reconciling a bookcase with a file folder on my computer. Maybe it's my age, my generation? But for me, there's something to be said for searching on a bookcase for an old book, or digging through a shoebox of photos under the bed. They exist for years, no updating required...

What's your plan for saving e-files of books, photos, movies, etc?

Weekend Writing Warriors: September 29, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors: September 29, 2013

      
Welcome Warriors, and Snipsuns and anyone else who wanders in. Happy last morning of summer! :-)

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.

This from a WIP, a fantasy story. Working title is: "Taydan: Child Denied"
The ruler, Deamante, is about to become a father. He's been waiting for quite some time outside of the birthing room, listening to his mate's cries of agony.  Finally, allowed inside, he's faced with a surreal time.
Creative punctuation in use. :-)

    

      Never had a day been so wonderful, so perfect, and so gut-wrenching.

    After scrubbing his hands vigorously as instructed, he stretched his arms in front of him toward a waiting aide. The jittery helper slid a gown onto him then fumbled at his neck--tying the knee-length cover closed.  

     Deamante took a deep breath and fought to relax the worry furrows knitted on his brow. Apprehension filtered through him, from the top of his head to his toes. When he finally willed his feet to move, his cat-steps were soundless as he approached the bed where she lay. A lump formed in his throat when he looked down into a face that seemed foreign, almost deformed by the agony.  Desperate eyes blinked up at him while a low moan, little more than a whimper, escaped her.

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!