WeWriWa - Seemed like we were getting along...

Good Morning all you warriors, Welcome to my little corner of the blogiverse!  If you happened by here earlier and found last week's snippet instead of this weeks, I am sorry.  I had a very long day yesterday and didn't post it last night...so please forgive me.  If you didn't know I hadn't posted yet, just ignore what was previously mentioned, except for the Good Morning Welcome!  If you don't know what I'm talking about at all...as in, what the heck are warriors and snippets, follow this link HERE!  You will find a treasure trove of talented authors, ones who are already published, whose works are waiting for you to take them home.

Last week Medina the harpy had just seen the rotten little boy pull the alarm bell, the sailors attacked her with cannon balls.  Things did not go well for that ship, but let's see how Medina's taken the whole experience (creative punctuation most definitely in use)...

    Medina glided through the morning’s glow, letting the wind replace her anger with fresh exhilaration.  She banked and looped through the dissolving fog, spying rowboats pulled up high on the shore.  She streaked down to the fishing hut, hovering in front of the shabby door, the bursts of air off her wings rattled the door in its frame.  Joff opened the door wide, “Medina, good morning, and how are you this fine day?”

     “Oh lovely,” she cried, flitting in through the door to land on the table.  “I talked to a sailor on one of the ships, seemed like we were getting along pretty well, but then he pulled an alarm bell.”

     “He pulled the alarm, and that surprised you? What happened next?”

Well, after all you softies were so worried about our little sailor boy, Medina and I conferred and decided the author might be allowed to rewrite that section slightly...Medina's hard to negotiate with as you can imagine.  But, she decided she liked what you all thought of her, and then began chastising me for not thinking of it myself...so, yeah, thanks.  My ears are still burning.  

WeWriWa - The resounding stupidity of prejudice

WeWriWa Sundays are hot diggity amazing.  Don't know what they are?  Just click the link below, and it will take you to the site where all the ins and outs of participating will be explained.  You'll also find a list chock full of clever writer's who are sharing 8 lines of their work, in lots of wonderful genre's.

  Last week, we left off with cannonball's falling back down onto the ships, and a lone ball falling down into the cargo hold...

     The sailors began leaping from the ship.  The young lad in the crow’s nest, scrambled out onto the yardarm, hurling himself into the cold dark sea.  A loud explosion blasted Medina with angry heat, and she flew off toward the fishing hut on the shore, chuckling to herself. 

     She laughed until tears streamed from her eyes, blurring her vision.  She’d learned nothing from her talk with the young lad, except for the resounding stupidity of prejudice.  Those stupid fools following blind along a path that could lead to their death.  For what?  To save the most evil…

Well it is February, and many of you have been deluged with snow and chilly weather.  I am going to enjoy my next couple days of sunny 70 degree weather in your honor.  We have been unseasonably warm here in Cali, and though I anxiously await some rain to decrease our drought, I might as well enjoy the sun since it will shine regardless : )

As always I love your comments and suggestions.  I'm sort of addicted to them, to tell you truly.

WeWriWa - I've about had it!

Oh dear friends, love is lingering in the air.  February - Such a wonderful month...it reminds us who is special to us and why.  I've been so blessed to share Valentine's Day with a superb example of a man for the past twenty-three years, and I look forward to the next twenty-three.  Love you dear hubby of mine : )

So, welcome to this exciting edition of Weekend Writing Warriors, where writer's from around the world share eight teensy tiny lines of their work, published or in progress.  Then, they look forward to communicating with readers and writer's to find out what worked, or what didn't, so they can improve their art or entice you to purchase their work!  If you'd like to learn more, click the button below and it will whisk you away to a magical realm full of wonder and enchantment...

Last week, our little sailor from Rasport rang an alarm bell and sent Medina (a lovely Harpy lass) into a verbal barrage of the naive young sailor lad.  This is raw writing...first draft...and punctuation could be a bit on the creative side. : )

Medina leaped into the sky just as a harpoon sliced through the air to her side.  She began a torrential stream of cursing that rained down over the ship, causing even the most veteran of sailors’ cheeks to burn.

She hovered in the air, the open sea at her back, “You are all ignorant fools, fighting against magic to save one who is the greatest perversion of it!”

Boom-boom-boom, the ships unleashed a volley of cannonballs that streaked toward her. 

“I’ve about had it,” she screeched.  She spread her wings wide, pulsing them down with powerful blasts of air, the gift of being a harpy.  The balls fell back down onto the ship, slicing through the mast and crashing down through the deck.  A lone ball rumbled across the wooden planks, to fall through the nets that covered the cargo hull.

Love to hear your thoughts(I'm not sure I'm very happy with this section), so feel free to leave a comment or two...everything helps (whether it's ego stroking or well placed critique that helps me hone the story flow)!  

You have no idea what you fight for - WeWriWa

So it's just another Warrior Sunday, whoa, glad it's not Monday, whoa, 'Cause this is my funday, Weekend Writing Warrior Sunday! (Get your Bangles on : )

Welcome one and all, If you know not what Weekend Writing Warriors are, click the button above.  It will take you to a place where it will all be explained.  And, you will learn how you too can participate if you aren't already.

Last week, Medina was questioning a young sailor from Rasport.  The conversation seemed to be going okay, and then he started to get suspicious...(I may have used some creative punctuation, it's highly likely that happened).

“You’re the enemy, you’re trying to gather our secrets.”  He jumped to his feet, yanking hard on the alarm bell cord, a sharp clanging rent the air.

Medina spread her wings, leaping to the edge of the crow’s nest.  She flapped her wings, blasting air into the boy’s face.  He covered his head under his arms.  “You are an ignorant little cuss,” she cried.  “I had thought at first I would be able to call you friend, but I can see you cling blindly to your prejudiced notions.  I hope you make it through this war my boy, you have no idea what you fight for.”

Love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to leave a comment.  

Warrior Anniversary!

Happy Anniversary Weekend Writing Warriors!  Give out a big old whoop and a holler! 

I've been a part of the warrior tribe since June, and what a wonderful time I've had.  I've found some new authors to read, I've learned from others by reading some incredible words of art, I've become friends with wonderful folks from around this amazing globe, and most importantly, I've had fun!  If you have no idea what I'm talking about, then click the button below and learn about this great group of bloggers.

 

I've been drizzling out bits of my WIP, still untitled as yet, and recently I've been sharing scenes with Medina, a beautiful and witty harpy character (her words, not mine) as she's checking out an enemy ship anchored off shore of her land of Aigerach.

Last week, we left off with Medina, chatting with a young soldier, wondering how Zelera (a nasty witch) could make the king fall in love with her...
 

The boy looked down, “I don’t know.  Who’s to say what makes a person fall in love.  But, we’re here to get her back, or die trying.”

“Do you feel that strongly about her, willing to risk your life for her?”

He glared at her.  “What did you do to me, cast a spell on me?”

Medina fluffed her feathers, and pulled back to read anger and distrust written across the boy’s face.  “I thought we were just talking.”

 

Well, I hope you all enjoy this wonderful day.  Have a glass of champagne and eat a big box of chocolates.  It is an anniversary after all, and that seems like a great way to celebrate!  Or, crash a Superbowl Party and eat all the tasty snacks while you put your feet up, ignore the game, and read snippet after snippet!

 

Weekend Writing Warriors! It was...magic

It's a beautiful day in writerhood, it's a beautiful day for a writer...would you read mine, if I read yours, will you be my writer friend? (Gosh, I miss that guy's wonderful cardigans...)  If you don't know whose song I've pirated, you're likely a youngin' or not from the US.  Any-who, welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors where writers from all over the globe share eight lines from their published work, or WIP that they are trying to work the kinks out of.  Folks travel the internet with the help of a linky tool you can find here, and read and comment on the little snippets.

I have been AWOL the last two weeks, and I left poor Medina up in a ship's crows nest with a scared young soldier from Rasport.  Medina is a harpy, not at all your typical harpy by the way.  The boy had asked Medina what she was doing, and she told him she was scoping out her enemies and found them running amok.  Here's what happens next...  

The boy’s eyes widened.  “We were attacked in the middle of the night.  No one knows how.  It was…magic,” he breathed.  “Aigerach is filled with magic and monsters.  None of us wanted to come here, but the king…”

“Ah yes, your king.  How did Zelera capture your King’s heart?”

And that's that...so whatcha think?  

To my friends who are trying to complete some writing goals this month, how's it going?  I have added a mere few hundred words, but the month isn't over yet!  I know my goal is to complete my story this month, and I don't really see that happening in the next six days, but miracles can happen...can't they?  I hope you've fared better than I.  Have a wonderful Sunday all!

I prefer the fat ones - WeWriWa

A very Happy New Year to you!  And you, and yes, you too!  It's such a great time of year...we have a clean slate, a chance at a new start.  One thing I won't give up though...is WeWriWa!  Nosiree bob.  I stumbled across this great group of authors this past year (one of the wonderful things that happened in 2013) and I decided to join them.  Every week, we post 8 lines from either published work or Writings in Progress.  We share with each other and learn from each other.  It's super de duper.  If you are interested in learning more about it, or finding more fantastic authors to follow...click the link Here!  (See how I cleverly inserted myself into the fantastic author category : )

I've been sharing with you from my WIP, and you've been getting a peek at Medina, a fun and crazy harpy who lives in Aigerach.  Last week, she landed in the crow's nest of the enemies' ship and started a dialogue with a young boy/soldier...he breathed, "You're not going to eat me."  And here's her reply : )

“Of course not, I never eat skinny humans, I prefer the fat ones,” she leered at him, smacking her lips.

He pushed to his feet, his hands groping for the pull cord to the alarm bell.  Medina cackled, “Joke, boy...it was a joke.  Apparently, it wasn’t very funny.”  She smirked as the boy collapsed back down into the nest, the wind out of his sails.

“Wh-what are you doing here,” he asked.

“Checking to see what my enemies are up to,” she said, raising an eyebrow.  “And I find them running amok, mad out of their wits.”

So, drop me a comment.  I'd love to hear what you think.  And, if you're like me, and this month you have set a goal to finish the first draft of a WIP, let me know how you're doing.  As I post this, I've only written a few words this past week (grr), but I plan on adding a thousand or two more words tonight.  I'll let you know how that works out : )