Spring yard tour

I've still been busy writing, and am happy to report an average of 1,500 words a day. As such, I'm short on witty energy to share. Instead, I give you evidence that spring is in full bloom in my yard.

Spring wouldn't be complete without tulips

Carpet Phlox

New tulips I planted last fall.

The cherry tree is in full bloom.

The tulips have come back year after year. Gotta love that.

And the stragglers, those bulbs I find while redoing flowebeds that get thrown in a hole to see what color comes up.

Six Sentence Sunday: Not Another Bard's Tale

I'm switching SSS gears this week to a Fantasy novel full of fun. One of these days I'll get around to writing the middle of Not Another Bard's Tale, but for now, I offer you Bruce, our not-so-fearless knight, as he mets the dragon for the first time.

The dragon snatched up the seer and chewed with what appeared to be a satisfied smile. It swallowed, then picked at one of his dagger-length teeth with a claw. Bruce's silver coin fell onto the counter. The dragon’s rancid, hot breath blasted over him. “You wouldn’t happen to know where the nearest lake is, do you? I always find mystics a bit dry.”

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Feeling productive

Despite overbooking myself for volunteer work, crazy amounts of actual work, planting our garden and an all day garage clean out project, work on the back half of Trust is still clipping along at a productive pace. Who needs sleep?

Everything is falling into place. Connections are presenting themselves that allow for further word count reduction. More description, motivation and tension is working its way in.

I start each writing session by reading the previous session's words. So far, only minor tweaking. No fits of 'OMG, this is crap!', or 'what was I on yesterday? This makes no sense'. We'll see if it all flows as nicely during the overall read through, but so far, I'm feeling positive.

Here's to hoping I didn't just jinx myself. Now, back to writing.

Six Sentence Sunday: Sahmara's Sunset 5

This this week's excerpt: In order to offer Sara protection from the rough band of men Sahmara travels with, she has claimed Sara as her own. Sara isn't exactly opposed to the arrangment.

Sara leaned forward and planted a wine flavored kiss on Sahmara’s lips.

With the haze of the quickly downed glass of wine and the rush of the swordfight, Sahmara was quite enjoying herself. Sara’s thin, delicate fingers intertwined with her own. The sound of Olando choking on his wine broke them apart at last.

“Are you all right?” Sahmara grabbed the cup from his hand and patted him on the back.

I hope you've enjoyed these glimpses into Sahmara's Sunset. I'll be moving to another project next Sunday.

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You know you've been bit hard by the writing bug when...

It's saturday night and you're out with your husband at a packed brewery. It's filled with the sound of two hundred people talking at once. Your husband telling you how, when he comes here after work now and then, he sees crazy people taking up an entire table with their laptop and a beer while he and his friends can't find a spot to sit. And all the while you're thinking how much you'd like to be that crazy person because the chatter is a perfect white noise level and a draft beer while writing sounds wonderful. Hell, I'd even offer his friends my extra chairs as long as they'd sit somewhere else.