Writing? Yeah… I’ve been writing.
I’ve done that thing again where I determine exactly what I need to do with a story and then kind of freak out about actually going about it. That combined with the fact that I’m reading a good book, and that everything has to be done by Thursday night because I’m going away for the weekend, and I’ve been staring at a blank page every time I try to do something.
Not to worry though, on my trip to Sydney I plan to pay a visit to the prison where David is sent in Unicorn Love, and even though his time in prison isn’t really gone into in the story, and it’s more the aftermath that’s important, I think that’ll give me some inspiration. It’s actually the home of the National Art School now, but as far as I can tell from the photos on the website, it still looks much the same as it did back in the 1820s-40s when it was built. Apparently some of the classrooms are haunted. I’m glad I’m not a visual artist. Speaking of visual artists, though, I should get onto commissioning my artist friend to draw some Unicorn Love characters for me.
I also have Monday – Wednesday off work because a few colleagues have been telling me to take a holiday, so I’m finally doing that. We’re only getting back from Sydney Monday afternoon, but I’ll have the house to myself Tuesday and Wednesday, so I plan on unplugging the modem, clearing my desk and getting some serious work done then.
With that in mind, I’ll probably return to Unicorn Love for WIPpets come next Wednesday, but for now, another excerpt from An Eventual Happily Ever After. Ginny was knocked unconscious, loaded up in a wagon, and has since come to. She has no idea what’s going on, so she’s trying to find out from the other people there. Theories are rife, but Peter, a guy a little older than Ginny, thinks they are slave-traders from the island nation of Koamwen, whisking away people from Nardowyn who won’t be missed. My WIPpet math is six paragraphs, from adding the digits of 2014 together.
“Why would they think that we wouldn’t be missed?”
“I don’t know about your case. I was an orphan. I was apprenticed to a blacksmith but there was never much love lost between the two of us. I doubt he’d bother putting in any kind of missing persons report.”
“I think my family might… The Crown Princess is my sister.”
“Princess Cait is your sister?”
Peter looked at her doubtfully. “Forgive me for asking, Ginny, but if the Crown Princess is your sister, why were you sleeping under a tree in the woods in the middle of the night?”
This conversation will change slightly in later drafts because the circumstances of Ginny’s kidnapping are going to be slightly different, but Peter’s question will probably still stand. I’ve once again taken hours to compose this post (at least this time I was doing something constructive, in the form of finally reading Philip K. Dick’s “We Can Remember It For You, Wholesale”, the short story that the Total Recall movies are [loosely] based on), so it’s time for me to start heading to bed. WIPpet Wednesday is brought to you by the wonderful K. L. Schwengel and you can link up with us here (just post an excerpt from your WIP that somehow relates to the date). Kait Nolan runs A Round of Words in 80 Days, which you can read more about here. And with that, I say goodnight!