Yay, it’s July 3! I’ve had this WIPpet Wednesday planned for about three weeks, ever since writing the three paragraphs that I’m posting! 😀 What’s WIPpet Wednesday? It’s that time of the week when a group of writers come together to share a snippet from their current WIP that somehow correlates to the day’s date. Hence three paragraphs for the 3rd., though you may choose 3 words, sentences, something from chapter 3… We encourage creativity in this department. Then add your post to the linky and check out some of the other posts on offer. Thanks once again to K. L. Schwengel at My Random Muse for hosting.
Okay, so you know how Cait got taken prisoner by the Gallit men (post-that scene, but I’ll leave the link there anyway)? And then Meg went off to get the prince to go rescue her? Well, a rescue party appears, Cait is being held at gun-point by her captor while he tries to cut a deal with Prince Felipe and then… this happens.
“Don’t you see they’ll just kill you, too?” Cait’s voice caught on the lump that had formed in her throat. The possibility of losing the prince forever this time was suddenly all too real.
By this time he was only an arms length away from her and Simian, and he finally dropped his eyes to meet her gaze. “I’m sorry, Cait.”
The next second passed in a blur. Cait opened her mouth to try to argue again, but was cut off by the impact of a blow the prince himself dealt to her head with a weapon he’d seemingly produced from nowhere. She fell sideways as questions swirled through her mind, but were quickly replaced by a painful throbbing. She was dimly aware of Simian cursing and more shots being fired, but then the blackness overtook once more.
This, along with those POV issues I’ve talked about in previous posts, is what made me decide I needed chapter breaks in this story. Because a line break just doesn’t really cut it after that. See the title of this post for relevant assurances/answers to questions concerning Prince Felipe’s motivations here. I was actually thinking about this scene in bed last night and it may change slightly, but the consequences will still be the same, so it can remain like this for today. 🙂
Fun fact: you know you’ve been watching too much Foyle’s War when Cait starts developing speech patterns very similar to Sam Stewart (that took me a while to shake but I had to; Sam’s adorable, but she and Cait speak very differently), and Prince Felipe, whom you’ve always had a very clear picture of in your head, starts resembling Andrew Foyle, the son of the titular character, instead. This wouldn’t have been such an issue – one could even argue a sort of vague resemblance between Julian Ovenden, who played Andrew, and Hadley Fraser, who I’ve always pictured as Felipe – except my brain is taking this resemblance as far as the 1940s RAF uniform and flying gear and the whole kit and caboodle. And I’m like, “No, brain. Wrong armed force, and wrong time period! They don’t even have planes!” And then my brain’s like, “But look! Dashing British guy with war-induced PTSD. The fact that AMCF is set in a fictional kingdom notwithstanding, he practically is Felipe already!” And I’m still like, “No. Planes.”
… Yeah, this sort of conversation is pretty par for the course inside my head.
As for writing and #ROW80, at time of posting, I have probably spent 45-50 minutes working on AMCF so far this week. It might be closer to the full hour but I’m erring on the side of caution because I was watching TV and such while I was writing at home last night, so… (Related: why has no one forced me to watch Pushing Daisies before now?!). I should at least make that up to the hour at work today, and hopefully a bit more. I’ve gotten my sponsor duties off to a good start by visiting all the goals posts for my assigned number, plus some others on top of that. By the way, my sponsor post goes up on the ROW80 blog July 15th. Keep an eye out! 😉 I haven’t done anything regarding short stories yet, I might wait til the weekend for that.
I think that’s about it. I now return you to regularly scheduled Wednesday morning(/Tuesday evening). Catch you later!