Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Back--It's Most Important...

I've been having problems with my back. Problems where I can't sit on a hard office chair for very long. Since this is what I do for my day job, you can see wherein lies the problem.

When I get home, I can't sit down and write at the computer. I can't believe how that one little act makes such a difference to me. I can't write--I can write by hand, but it's incredibly slow and Catch-22----one of these days, I'm going to have to spend hours at the computer transcribing what I wrote--the very thing that probably helped put me in the condition I'm in.


I'm sulking, so no snippet. Nada.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Sing a Song of Sixpence.... Sunday, October 12, 2008

The things you stumble upon while doing research! The old familiar children's rhyme that begins: "Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye," was actually a coded message from Blackbeard the pirate to recruit new crewmembers. I always thought that rhyme made absolutely no sense. Turns out, all you needed was the key. (Grin).

Hmmm. What a story that might make...

(Slamming down the lid on yet one more plot bunny.)

A taste of the story I'm working on now---

First draft, subject to change, please do not quote or repost elsewhere.

“My daughter,” Morion said, a catch in his voice. “She looked into the eyes of the stone dragon.”

Dara got up and moved to where she could look into that small face and stare into those blank, opaque eyes that seemed to beseech the heavens for mercy. Only with the destruction of the dragon would those eyes see again.

“She won’t remember you”, Dara told him softly. “Her life will start over for her the moment she wakes.”

“At least it will be a life,” Morion said.