Had an interesting day yesterday. Aside from having an unsuccessful geo-caching day I ran into two people that had never heard of the activity and so gave them a brief over-view. One of these people also didn’t know much about the blogosphere, which surprised me more. I love blogs and bloggers! There are so many knowledgeable people out there, giving of their time and experience, sharing what they love. The conversation inspired me to freshen up my blog a bit, get rid of some deadwood so to speak and add some new content. Over the next few days I’ll make some small changes. Stay tuned.
I have no idea where this challenge came from, other than being asked by my friend Melanie Robertson-King, if I wanted to play. The challenge is for a writer to search their current work-in-progress for the word ‘look’, include enough sentences or paragraphs to provide context and sense (for the reader) and post it to my blog. Not everyone’s idea of fun maybe, but hey…
So my current work in progress is my NaNo novel, an historical fiction tentatively titled “Land of Opportunity” and currently sitting at 51,100 words or so. .. in other words, not yet done.
There are lots of ‘look’s’ but this one is fairly early on. Please keep in mind this is first draft.
Someone was riding hard, the drumming of hoof beats coming closer and a thin pall of dust rising in the air. ‘Frank had taken the cart, it isn’t he’, she thought. Sylvia stepped out into the yard and waited as the figure got closer. A smile spread across her face as she recognized Virgil Merritt, but faded uncertainly as he continued to race toward her. He drew his heaving mount to a stop directly in front of her and threw himself from his horse. Dust embroiled them both as he reached for her. Sylvia shrank back, suddenly scared, but not of Virgil, never of Virgil. It was the utter look of horror on his sweat-streaked face that told her something had gone dreadfully wrong.
“Virgil, what is it?” Her eyes locked on his and she could read extreme anguish in their depths.
“There’s been an accident, Sylvia,” he reached for her again and grasped her upper arm. “The wind came up when the men were lifting the side wall. They were bracing from the back and holding with ropes, but the wind caught it and threw it right over. Four men were caught underneath, Sylvia.”
“Frank’s been hurt, Virgil?” Her hand clutched at her neck, her heart pounded in her chest. “Take me to him!”
“No, Sylvia,” he said as gently as he could, pulling her into his arms. “They’re bringing him home. He’s been killed.”
Am I off my wicket? Am I trying this AGAIN? oyyyyyyy
I’ve just posted a review on Goodreads of Melanie’s book. I’m including it here, and for those of you who use Goodreads, I’m including the link.
A Shadow in the Past by Melanie Robertson-King
What a great story! It has been a long time since I have been fully engrossed in a novel, to the point of going to bed and having to get back up to read more. To me, there is nothing better than a tale of a normal person caught in circumstances beyond the normal. I don’t much care for sci-fi, or outright fantasy, but magic exists in this world – things we can’t explain. Are there rifts in time? Are there other dimensions that co-exist, side by each? TV programming would make us think so, and so does this story. What would you do if you woke up to find yourself in another era? Could you think fast enough to keep yourself out of trouble? Could you survive? For all of a sudden – YOU would be the un-explainable! And we all know how people treat the un-explainable. Excellent writing, research, creativity and imagination. And I’m waiting for the next chapter in their lives – ’cause it ain’t over!
I can’t believe I am thinking of doing this. Does everyone know what NaNoWriMo is? National Novel Writing Month, and it’s November. Thirty days of blank looks at the husband when he asks what’s for dinner and I drag myself out of my make-believe world, unaware it’s past supper time. Thirty days of cold pizza, burnt hamburgs, pots of coffee, frantic typing and bleery-eyed morning. It’s total immersion in story, it’s writing frenzy and the growing word count. I’m not sure I can do it this year. I’m working full-time, trying to clean up an old farm-house, taking a night credit course and I like to eat daily. So does the husband. And did I mention grand-children who like to play with their Nanny? Oh, my and oh, well.
I start tomorrow. It’s in the category of women’s fiction and I will try to update occasionally.
Hasn’t summer been fabulous? This year has been a bit different for me, but change is good, I think. I’ve had one heck of a summer trip and stored fabulous memories that I hope will be brain-food for years to come. My son, his wife and the two grand-children are back in Ontario and it’s been a joy spending times with the grand-babies.
A friend and I spent a day exploring along the Rideau River. Thank you Shirley. I hope we do something similar next year on your vacation.
And I have finished revision one of the manuscript I’ve been working on. It now goes to beta-readers, and I have three lined up for this draft. I’ve also sent a synopsis and the first five pages to an agent and am waiting for the inevitable rejection slip. But that’s okay… it’s all part of it. It’s been rewarding getting this far.
Autumn approaches and I can feel it in the early morning hours when sleep eludes me for whatever reason. Fog lays in the gullies and there’s a hint of snap in the air. I love it… my favourite season, even though it’s a precursor of winter.