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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: Snow.

Posted by on Oct 11, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#11. Snow Even as they stared horrified at the frozen springs, snow began to fall. Tiny flakes at first, then soft, damp clumps. “We ought not be here, my lord. This place is cursed.” Thomas nodded brusquely and swung his horse about. As soon as they left the clearing, the snow stopped.   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Pattern

Posted by on Oct 10, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#10. Pattern Wax floated in crimson spatters across the water’s surface. “Why do you look so sad, Mama?” “Because I see only bad things writ here, Thomas.” “I see a heart! And isn’t that an anchor?” How do you see such a bleak pattern, my son, and still find love and hope?   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Swing

Posted by on Oct 10, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#9. Swing The woodsman’s face is pale. “This place is guarded by ghosts, my lord.” “Do it,” comes the command. The iron axe swings, biting deeply into a slender trunk. An inhuman scream echoes across the clearing. Sap like blood oozes from the wound. “Ghosts don’t scream,” fitzWilliam says calmly. “Strike again.”   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Frail

Posted by on Oct 8, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#8. Frail “Humans are such a conundrum,” Lludu comments to his feathered companion. “So frail and short-lived,  yet so fierce and determined, and they somehow continue to spread across our world like ivy.” “More like toadstools,” the raven mutters. Lludu hides his laughter behind a many-fingered hand and returns to his surveillance.   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Enchanted

Posted by on Oct 7, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#7. Enchanted “They say Bwlch-y-Groes is enchanted,” she teased, leading him deeper into the shadows. “That if you enter the gap, you may find yourself in another world.” Her words should have alarmed Thomas. They didn’t. So long as Alys kept her hand in his, he was willing to follow her anywhere.   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Husky

Posted by on Oct 6, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#6. Husky   “Is it true, Father?” Thomas asked, his voice husky with tears a boy of twelve must not shed. “Is Mama with the angels now?” His father’s answer was as cold and hard as the iron mined from the surrounding hills. “She is gone. We will not speak of her again.”   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Build

Posted by on Oct 6, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#5. Build   “Build here? My lord, that would not–“ “Would not be wise? Because others have already claimed these hills?” His guide nodded. Richard fitzWilliam smiled at the rusted chunk of rock in his hand. “My king desires these Marches be pacified. I shall do exactly that, with blood . . . and with iron.”   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Freeze

Posted by on Oct 5, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#4. Freeze Despite steady rains, the river remained a mere trickle. They’d feared its headwaters had failed; the truth was far worse. The springs were silent, a solid silver mass of ice. Thomas shivered in the warm summer air. Running waters are free from magic. So what power caused these to freeze?   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Bait

Posted by on Oct 3, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#3. Bait   Angry voices outside, so she twists the air to eavesdrop. “…damned creatures are too wary. Nothing lures them out anymore.” Her father-in-law’s hard voice: “You need better bait.” She shivers even as her door slams open. “Ah, Alys,” he says, smiling. “Still so pale? Perhaps a ride would cheer you.”   #50wordfiction #Inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Mindless

Posted by on Oct 2, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#2: Mindless   Her needle moves slowly, mindlessly, through the creamy linen, the stitcher’s thoughts far from her task. Soft grass beneath bare feet Wild wind in unbound hair– The needle slips, drawing blood, and immediately she’s aware of stone walls and iron-bound doors. Yes, she is safe here, but she isn’t free.     #50wordfiction...

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