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.
Friday, October 16, 2015
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Friday Snippet - Nikky and Tasha's Story
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.
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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.
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Nikky drew
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.
Berated by
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.
The woman
gave a loud scream. “Get away!”
Nikky
jumped back from the chair and lost himself in the crowd.
“Wait!”
“Don’t call
after him, Tasha! What are you
thinking!” the woman shrilled.
“What’s
your name!” Tasha’s voice called out after him.
“Is that
the kind of girl you are? Taking
presents from a lowborn? Throw it out!”
“No, I
won’t!”
Nikky
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.
True night
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….
Expertly
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.
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