On My Blog

Writing…

140,000+ words in a novel = piece of cake

1,000 word blog post = hardest thing ever

This is where I’m attempting to share my writing journey and some of the things I’ve learned along the way, whilst learning to not be so doggone long-winded.

Not sure if I’m succeeding yet or not.

 

Inktober 2019: Treasure

Posted by on Oct 21, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#21. Treasure “I found this on the path, my lord.” His man handed over a familiar dark circle. Alys’s ring. A memory: her slender finger marred by a red scar. ‘It has burned you? Then why do you wear it still?’ ‘You gave it to me. Why should I not treasure it?’   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Tread

Posted by on Oct 21, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#20. Tread He ought to go investigate the fires. Instead, Thomas turned his horse northward. The roadway to the gap was strangely overgrown, so they dismounted and continued afoot. “Tread softly here,” he instructed his companion. There are far too many unfriendly folk listening. As if in answer, the ground shook angrily.   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Sling

Posted by on Oct 21, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#19. Sling The rock sits securely in the cradle of Lludu’s sling. He begins to whirl it about, then hesitates. “You are certain he is one of them?” The raven shrugs. “He lives in the iron nest. He must be our enemy.” “And yet he seems so devoted to his half-blood wife.”   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Misfit

Posted by on Oct 18, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#18. Misfit “Alys?” he whispered. His man looked at him with a confused expression; Thomas struggled to stay calm. Idiot! Such mistakes could mark him as more than just a misfit. His own father would show him no mercy if he knew Thomas had Gifts, just as he had shown Mama none.   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Ornament

Posted by on Oct 18, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#17. Ornament Thomas fingered the carved bird he always wore about his neck. A gift from Alys, he could usually sense her through the ornament. Watching the spreading fires, he tried to find her. She wasn’t at the keep, was instead heading north towards Bwlch-y-Groes . . . and she was terrified.   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Wild

Posted by on Oct 16, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#16. Wild “I know the truth.” There is a wild look in his eye as he speaks, and his voice drops low. “His mother was one such as you, a half-blood, inhuman. I warned him against you when first you met, but my son is headstrong and has never heeded my words.”   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Legend

Posted by on Oct 16, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#15. Legend “What do you know of the Sidhe, daughter?” Alys doesn’t flinch. She’s spent years hiding what she knows. “Only what I’ve been told of such legends, sir.” “And you twist your words as cunningly as one of them.” Richard fitzWilliam scowls. “You cannot hide forever, girl. I know the truth.”   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Overgrown

Posted by on Oct 14, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#14. Overgrown “Why is the roadway so overgrown?” fitzWilliam growls. “Did I not order it kept clear?” “You did, my lord. I oversaw the cutting myself,  just last week! The width of ten men riding abreast!” There is now barely room for one to pass. The woods are fighting back, Alys thinks.   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Ash

Posted by on Oct 14, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#13. Ash It began to snow again, great white flakes that drifted lightly across the sky. A too-warm flake landed burning on his cheek. “ ’Tis not snow but ash!” Thomas exclaimed. They left the fastness of the woods behind and saw ahead a sea of flames—the Home Fields were burning.   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Dragon

Posted by on Oct 12, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#12. Dragon The ground shakes beneath them. The horses stamp and snort, unsettled. “The red dragon and the white dragon must be fighting again. Isn’t that right, milady?” The groom’s words are mocking. Alys ignores his disrespectful tone. He is closer to the truth of the earth’s uneasiness than he can know.   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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