Diving in Head First or Going in Bottom Up
It’s all about perspective, really. Glass half full. Glass half empty. Tomato. Tohmahto. Things have been a bit hectic since last week and I can’t really say I found my mojo yet, but I have hope that it’s lingering right around the corner. I plan for the last two weeks of this year to be phenomenally constructive because as of the 19th I am off until January 5th. So, of course, I have all sorts of goals:
- Finish the first draft of Edge of Darkness
- Decide on what to do with Coinblade Chronicles and either get that synopsis written or formulate a marketing plan/release date.
- Spend some time plot noodling over The Adorned, and show Roe and Fader some love.
- Catch up on reviews I owe some fantastic writers. I fell down on that, and they deserve better.
- Work on some graphic jobs that are writing related.
- Blog/website/marketing stuff. Yeah, you heard me. Stuff.
I have other things on my list that aren’t writing related, but those I’m going to stick in as I can when I need a break. I’d like to redo the floor in my office but that would mean moving everything out, which would really disrupt my working schedule. And everything is a lot–drawing table, book case, work bench, standing desk, file cabinet, dog crate… Still, if I can kick it in the tail I could maybe get it done in a day…or two…and it would force me to really organize and clean up the clutter chaos stacks of shite — just clean up.
Then there are the holidays. Girl’s Night with two of my favorite women in the world, Christmas Eve at my brother’s…a few other social outings. So, yeah, when I have so-called free time, it fills faster than a rain barrel in a deluge.
And now, onto this week’s WIPpet. More from The Adorned (because while I was taking a mental break from EoD this week I added just over 3k words to Roe & Fader’s tale). This takes place a bit after last week’s installment, and that’s about all the context I’m going to give. 17 paragraphs (some of which are very short dialog so stop panicking) for the 17th day of December. Sorry, all Roe this week. No Fader.
Roe turned down a side street and ducked into the first alley she came to. Going back would have to wait until her muscles no longer objected. For now, she needed a quick mark to get some coin. Something that didn’t require climbing and would bring enough to give Tuter his tithe, as well as pad her own purse. Only one place offered that kind of potential this time of night, and she’d have to cross through Barber territory to get there. Not usually a problem. The guilds of the Unheld City were quite civil with one another these days, though that hadn’t always been the case. Before there were princes the guilds fought like rats over scraps. From the way Roe heard it, they’d turned the Unheld City into a battle ground before things got sorted out.
All that happened way before Roe’s time. Now, plying one’s trade in another guild’s territory meant getting their prince’s blessing, but just passing through didn’t usually cause a stir.
Which made it all the more unnerving when Roe picked up three tails before getting even two streets past Barber borders. At first she thought coincidence put one behind her. After she made several quick turns and a change of direction before doubling back, and noticed another behind her and one on the rooftops, she realized the gods were turning a blind eye to her this night, and wondered how much sway Tuter really had.
Roe stopped and rolled her eyes skyward. “Hiya, Pip.”
“Bide a moment.”
A figure dropped down into the alleyway; taller than Roe, reed-thin, wearing a cloak and hood and probably more weapons than a small armory.
“What have I done?” Roe asked, keeping her hands in plain sight.
Pip shoved his hood back, running a gloved hand through waves of dingy blond hair–a casual gesture that no doubt included a signal to his two pals behind her. “Guilty conscience?”
He stepped up close and in a flash had an arm around her waist, his mouth covering hers in a kiss that sent tingles through her. “Miss you, duchess.”
Roe licked her lips. “Riddle will slide a blade through my ribs if she finds out you did that.”
He laughed but didn’t let her go. “More’n likely she’ll slice me tallywags off and hang ’em in Cheater’s.”
“Or I will,” Roe said.
She started to twist out of his embrace when something pricked her below the ribs. Pip’s expression–what she could see of it in darkness of the alley–hadn’t changed. “We’ve a problem.”
Roe glanced down. “Yeah. One of your stickers is nudging my guts in a rude manner. Is it happy to see me?”
“I am. Truly. But my prince…not as much. I’m supposed to give you a message, then escort you back the way you came.”
And now a quick ROW80 update, apologies for missing Sunday’s. EoD continues to creep toward The End. I’m not sure how satisfied I am with bits of it, but until I finish and can go back and read the entire thing straight through, I won’t know for sure. Then it will be off to my Betas. You lovelies know who you are. Gird your loins or some such thing. I’m hoping to toss it your collective way in *cough* January *cough*
I have high hopes, I do.
All right, now I’m dashing. WIPpeteers and ROWers to visit, words to put down, projects to conquer, mojo to wrangle. Going to dive into 2015 head first. Yeah. Like that. Oh, and Shan’s word this week was “horse’s”. Let’s see what Trip and T’Pol do with that!
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