That’s the noise I make when I can’t come up with a catchy Blog title. Or, alternately, when I seem to be running in place. Or worse, running uphill on a treadmill intent on tripping me up and making me slide back down to the bottom. Which is pretty much how I feel lately in regards to my To Do List, Want To Do List, Should Do Some Time In The Not Too Distant Future List, and Why Is This Even On A List List. Being gone or very occupied the last several weekends didn’t help. Not that I would have traded the good times and great memories with folks I don’t see nearly enough. But, it’s definitely a juggling act. And I’m not a good juggler. Okay, I am–figuratively speaking. Literally, I can’t juggle two things. But I’ve been dropping things lately, which tells me there are too many things and I need to prune the tree.
How’s that for a nice bunch of mixed metaphors? And whining. And…done with both.
Onto the highlight of the day. It is, after all Wednesday. That means only one thing: WIPpets. For the 30th of April, 30 sentences from CBC: Bound in Shadows. This is the beginning of one of the flashback scenes scattered throughout. An exchange between Driev and his closest (only) friend, Andel.
I glanced up at Andel from where I lay, draped between the half-naked forms of Patsy and Myrtle–or was it Milly? Misty? I gave the winsome brunette a frowning glance, then turned the look Andel’s way.
“You can’t be done already,” I chided, my words only slightly slurred to my own ears.
We’d had dinner before coming to Highland House, one of the better such establishments in Cooper’s Hill. Andel had been in a mood for days, having had some spat with the woman of his dreams. I figured a meaningless tumble would cheer him up. I should have known better.
He made a point of not looking at the girls. He glanced at me, his mouth a tight line, eyes shadowed. “You can stay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He pushed off the door frame and made to suit actions to words.
“Andel, wait.” I disentangled myself from the hands and lips that hadn’t even paused in their attentions, and scrambled to my feet, stumbling after Andel. I caught him by the arm before he reached the exit. “You’re seriously going to turn your back on that?”
I gestured to our right where a curvy, red-haired girl watched, a feigned pout on her full lips. Or maybe not so feigned. Women were drawn to Andel. Not that they weren’t drawn to me as well. But in Andel they saw something grand. In me they saw a chance to dance with the devils.
“I love Clarisse,” he said.
“And April before her, and Trinna before that, and way back before you even knew what to do with it there was Willa–“
“This is different. I want to marry Clarisse.” He dragged a hand through his hair, looking more distraught than I’d seen him in a long time. “I’ve made a mess of things, so now I’m going to go home and fix it. I just hope she’ll take me back.”
I’ve added some new pins to the CBC Pinterest board. Since I’m in the mood to share, here’s another one of the songs that puts me in mind of Driev, poor, sweet boy.
“I tried so hard,
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter.
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter.”
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This entry was posted on April 30, 2014 by K. L. Schwengel. It was filed under Writing and was tagged with authors, Coinblade Chronicles, excerpts, fantasy, fiction, Sword & Sorcery, Wednesday Wippet, WIPpeteers, working, writing.