Thinking about trying --- once again!---to do NANOWRIMO this year. I did get one novel out of the experiment ----but finished it long after November of that year.
I have an idea for a novel -- I never lack for ideas ---- so maybe I'll give it one more shot to try and finish within the month. I also like to pull my teeth without anesthetic. (grin) I'll be, of course, posting snippets here.
Dad is in the hospital. He had an area of cancer cut from his leg and then skin-grafted, and the doctor warned it would take a long time to heal. He's 80 -- having to lay still until the skin graft takes is not his cup of tea.
Here's a snippet from a half-completed novel --- one of these days, I need to finish it. Rough draft, please don't quote or repost.
in his breath.Those rich brown eyes and
that lovely face.He couldn’t be
mistaken.The girl he had seen a year
before in a nobleman’s house.The one
who had introduced herself as Tasha.
his mistress, the lead bearer swung the chair around.Unable to bear the disappointment he saw on
the girl’s face, Nikky darted forward and thrust the red feather at her.The girl gave a start, searched his face,
then eagerly took the feather.
gave a loud scream.“Get away!”
jumped back from the chair and lost himself in the crowd.
after him, Tasha!What are you
thinking!” the woman shrilled.
your name!” Tasha’s voice called out after him.
the kind of girl you are?Taking
presents from a lowborn?Throw it out!”
passed beyond earshot, his cheeks burning and his heart pumping in his
chest.He ran until he could run no
more.He found concealment under a porch
and lay in the gloom, panting for air, fright mixed with exultation on his
face.Regardless of what came of it, she
had accepted that feather from his hand.She had taken a gift from a ragged, scruffy Lowertown boy.He expected every minute to be dragged away
and punished, but he also felt as if he could leap the surrounding buildings
and fly away.
had fallen when Nikky crawled out from under the porch at the Seaman’s Shanty,
a tavern not far from the Waterfront.A
drunken sailor bumped into him and set up a clamor.Nikky slipped into the concealing night,
heart in his mouth, imagining strongarms coming at him from all sides.They would haul him before the Families who
would look at him with their cold, cruel eyes and sentence him to death for
daring to look at her….
avoiding the con artists, the pick pockets, the nightwomen, the muggers and
ruffians, Nikky crept back to the spice shop as the first fingers of dawn
lightened the sky.He could hear
Gerring’s snore at the back of the shop.Nikky had no doubt that Gerring would find out what he’d done, but he
had at least a short reprieve until the sky fell.
Winterlord," Katie said when she had returned."How can he help me?"
as she continued to harness the dogs."The Winterlord has dominion over much of Snow.He knows what happens in Snow, and he will
know of Yule Ghosts, and where they may be found, if anyone does."
She buckled a
harness in silence for a moment, then said, "It is said he is only partly
about that."What's the part that's
that the current Winterlord's father found a wife among the Delven.They were happy for awhile, and their union
produced a son, who is now the Winterlord.But the wife did not prosper in Snow’s southern regions.She pined for the deep cold and the ice palaces
of the north.She stayed as long as she
could, but eventually she left."
about asking what the Delven were, but she was reluctant to reveal to Treyga
just how ignorant she was of everything in this place.Instead, she said, "That sounds really
the lead dog on the head.She took one
final look at the fire's remains to make sure no embers remained, then they
were on their way once more.
Anabelle had just taken off her half boots when an air
elemental showed up, wafting around her bedroom in a distressed manner, tugging
at her dress and the bedclothes.
“Ethereal?” she asked.
“I am Ethereal, Fire Maiden.”
The sound –faint and distorted without the amplification of
the horn – came to her ears.
“What do you wish of me, Air Spirit?”
“The Other wants you to come.People are frightened.”
Anabelle recognized the name the elementals had given
“Where?” she asked, already putting her boots back on.
“The place of people holding.”
“Thank you, Ethereal.You have done well.”
And, for a wonder, it had.The air elemental’s attention had not wandered and it had not forgotten
Ethereal caressed her cheek, and disappeared.Flicker came from somewhere, feeling her
impatient anxiety, and nearly set her chemise on fire.She quelled his exuberance, and put on the
shirtwaist and jacket she’d just taken off.
Anabelle went downstairs and found Clare in the kitchen
supervising the new cook she had hired.
“I’m going out.Something is going on at the jail,” Anabelle told Clare.“You’ll stand ready in case I need you?”
“Of course, madam,” Clare said, and gave a sharp nod.“Becky can see to the house.”
Anabelle gave Becky an uneasy glance, wondering what the
woman thought of that, but apparently the woman accepted her new elevation in
stature and duties with stolid composure.
It wasn’t until Anabelle stepped out the front door that she
realized both her horse and her gig were still with Jonathon at the County
Sheriff’s office.With a muttered word
she’d learned from the hound-chasers during childhood, she started off at a
cracking pace toward the office and jail.
He turned his head to see Walcott standing in the
doorway.The deputy looked
“What is it, Walcott?”
“That groom from Gorham Manor wants to talk to you.Says it’s important.I told him you were due your supper, but he’s
Jonathon glanced at his pocket watch in surprise.Where had the day gone?
“I’ll see him.If he
wants to talk, I guess we’d better listen now before he changes his mind.”
Jonathon followed Walcott to the jail cell in back of the
building.As jail cell’s went, it wasn’t
much, just bars closing off an area ten feet square in the room.The cell contained primitive facilities
consisting of a sink and a portable privy.No matter how much they tried to keep it clean, the faint odor of human
Eldon Wethers sat on the bench bed that sat against one of
the two brick walls of the cell, shoulders slumped, whole attitude
despondent.When he saw Jonathon, he
stood up and moved to the bars, facing sheriff and deputy.
“If I cooperate, will you get me out of this cell?” Wethers
said, voice low and intense.
“There are worse places you can be,” Walcott said, voice
“Look, I didn’t kill Miss Gorham, but maybe I can tell you
Jonathon raised his eyebrows and grabbed a nearby chair,
sitting down.He crossed his legs and
stared at Wethers.
“You have my complete and undivided attention.”
“There’s just one thing.You have to guarantee my safety.”
“From who?” Jonathon asked.
Wethers opened his mouth, but a cry of surprised fright came
from Walcott.Jonathon turned his head
and gave his deputy a look, then followed Walcott’s transfixed gaze.
The water in the bowl of the privy stood up in a column,
defying gravity, and wavering about like a snake’s head before striking.
I need to get moving on this story. It seems like I'm stuck in first gear. Daniel is Anabelle's & Jonathon's deceased son.
Rough draft. Please don't quote or repost.
“Did you know that Jonathon has arrested a groom from Gorham
Manor named Wethers?He thinks the man
had something to do with Minna’s death.”
Father Ollister gave a quick frown.“Eldon Wethers?Did he confess to something?”
Anabelle thought that an odd choice of words.“Well, no, not that I know of; I think it
highly unlikely that he killed Minna.She drowned, Father.Someway,
somehow, she drowned.Only a powerful
Waterwitcher could have done it.”
“Drowned?” he repeated sharply.“That’s how she died?”
‘Yes.It’s not common
knowledge, and I doubt that Lord Gorham is talking.”
Something about that news seemed to worry him but he said
nothing.She briefly toyed with the idea
of demanding, as King’s Special Examiner, that he tell her, but she knew the
old priest would not reveal what he considered privileged information.
“Can you tell me anything which might help with this
He opened his mouth to speak and a board creaked outside the
door.Holding up a hand to keep the
priest silent, she got up and opened the door very quietly.No one was outside the door.A quick look down the hall did not reveal
When Anabelle turned to Father Ollister, he shook his head.
“The walls have ears here,” he said in a guarded voice.
“Seek me out in my gardens.I work and
pray there of a morning, and if we are spied upon, at least we will not be
Digesting the implications of that, Anabelle shelved the
idea of asking him about the smuggling ring and gave him a slow nod.“Mornings are not my cup of tea, but I’ll
force myself to get up and come see you in the next day or two.”
As she turned to leave, Father Ollister’s words followed
“You need to tell Jonathon about what really happened to