Golden Nuggets on WIPpet Wednesday
I am cursed with a brain which, when it can’t seem to make headway on a certain project, veers off and finds new projects. I don’t need any new projects. I have quite enough Need To Get Done Before Anything Else projects on my list right now. Unfortunately, whilst I have been floundering around with EoD, reading Emergence to get back in everyone’s skin (which is actually working), my brain has decided it’s lacking in stimulation and has flipped into overdrive. The little man on his stool that oversees the workings of my grey matter has been scribbling furiously on his new tablet. He has made copious notes, plans, suggestions, and completed much research all aimed toward a new project. I told him to take all that assorted stuff and stuff it until such time as he can also alter time to provide me more hours in a day.
He has, point blank, refused my request.
He can, point blank, kiss my grits.
You see, although I subscribe to the KISS theory, the little man does not. The project he has been pushing on me is anything but simple. It will be labor-intensive. It will consume me. It has–much as it pains me to admit–excited me.
I hate that little man with a passion right now.
No, I won’t share with you what the project is because nothing may come of it. It is writing related, but not writing. That is all I will say. If it nears fruition of any sort, you will be the first to know. I promise.
And now, for the main attraction, another non-project. Continuing on with How Not to Buy a Dragon, we are still in Janni’s POV. For those who asked, and don’t want to read through last week’s comments, anyone who knows her refers to her as Janni. She refers to herself as Janni. Dachus, having no interaction with her prior to his first meeting, knows her only as Master Jannis. So in his POV, that is how she is referred to. Here are your 13 short paragraphs for the 13th day of August. Simple math. Last week, as you recall, we ended with this:
Fiona’s round, soft face scrunched as she surveyed Janni. “You have that look.”
Which leads us to this, starting with Fiona talking:
“The one that makes me wish for a cataclysmic disaster instead of whatever put it there.”
“He threatened the Hold with soldiers, do you believe that?”
Janni waved at the window and paced the kitchen from one end to the other. “The grand, imperial, foot licker of the Proupunua’s private court.” She wrinkled her nose. “I give him credit. He’s got a set of golden nuggets coming in here, calling dragons pets, demanding one for a spoiled spawn of a noble, and then threatening to take one by force. Take one, mind. By force. Huge nuggets, or no brain between his ears.”
“I’d opt for no brains, dear. No man has nuggets that large. Would you like some wine?”
“No. I’ve got Reviews this evening.”
“Ah, yes, how could I forget? How many are there this cycle?”
Janni halted mid-step, one foot hovering just above the floor. Reviews. A grin crept across her face. Oh, this would be perfect. What excellent timing. She spun around and Fiona’s mouth rounded.
“I know that look as well,” the cook said. “I think I prefer the other.”
“Set another plate for dinner, Fiona. We have company.”
“The aforementioned grand imperial foot licker?”
Janni’s grin broadened. “Yes.”
“I don’t believe his nuggets will fit in the dining hall.”
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