Sunday, July 13, 2014
Welcome back to another Sunday of Weekend Writing Warriors and another eight sentences from my WIP "Desolation".
For those of you new to this, head on over to the wewriwa for the guidelines and for links to the talented writers participating this week.
This posting follows last week's.
To summarize --Andie, the main character, is in a leg cast after a serious injury. She's been kicking her husband around while he sleeps so he's been snoring on the couch. He startles her when she goes to wake him up and she has just fallen on the floor... Definitely not her favorite place to be on a good day, but she's also pregnant...
I took a tentative step towards the table but that was as far as I got. My insides ached and burned as the dinosaur feet attacked me with white hot pokers.
I had obviously never mastered the fine art of hiding my pain. James was at my side in an instant, dragging a chair with him.
"What happened? Is it the baby?"
"No," I lied, until a foot kicked down, clearly trying to make an early escape. "Yes," I groaned clutching my stomach and doubling over.
And there we have it. Any thoughts?
I'm writing this sitting outside of my hotel room in Cornwall, Ontario, this morning. My son is still sleeping inside the room and I want him to stay that way for at least another hour. We've been exploring the War of 1812 AND there was a Civil War reenactment yesterday (3rd Battle of Winchester!) that we got to see. Then we went for a haunted tour of Gananoque. Lots of walking, lots of driving, he really needs the sleep. And so do I ;)
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Friday, July 11, 2014
After a long stretch of overnight shifts - the last one leaving me wanting to throttle absolutely everyone - I'm off to Morrisburg, Ontario, for a Civil War reenactment weekend. Apparently a General Longstreet actor will be around. I'm pretty stoked.
The boy, on the other hand, is not at all excited about this. He still doesn't know where we are going but has already decided he doesn't want to be there. Because whatever it is we are doing isn't nearly as much fun as sitting on our butts playing on the Xbox until eyeballs liquefy... I offended him when I told him to pretend to like it because I pretend to like some of the stuff he does. Ah well...
More to come ;)
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Welcome back to another 8 Sunday post from Weekend Writing Warriors -- taken from my Camp NaNo WIP "Desolation".
For those of you new to this, head on over to the wewriwa website for the guidelines and to find the links to the wonderful and talented authors participating this weekend.
This posting from Desolation actually follows an excerpt from 2012 (Episode 2).
To summarize, Andie -- the main character -- is in a cast after a serious injury. She's been kicking her husband around while he sleeps so he's been snoring on the couch. He startles her when she goes to wake him up and she ends up on the floor... Definitely not her favorite place to be on a good day, but she's also pregnant...
He's offered to help her up and this is the response he gets:
"Touch me and I will beat you to death with a plastic cup," I hissed.
He was thinking better of laughing, for the first time in months, I noticed, pulling myself up with the counter ledge as support. At least the groan it emitted was genuine.
There were two words I could use to describe what I was feeling as I positioned the crutches under my arms. Ouch, pain. To say I hurt was an understatement. To tell James I had hurt myself was handing the man a death sentence. I was in no mood for his stupid jokes.
And there it is...
I brought my work home with me this morning so I could leave in time to get this posted, so I'll be delayed on visiting and commenting. See you all soon, though ;)
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