It is now July 3rd, which means we’re three days into the second half of 2014. That came around quickly! I, like so many others it seems, feel extraordinarily motivated for this half of the year. Inspired by the blogs I follow (most of whom are fellow WIPpeteers – check them out at the link below!), I have decided to commit to my writing goals and, for once, make them I priority. I know I said something similar a few months ago, but life got in the way, which happens. I will be sharing my monthly goals type thing in a pre-prepared blog post on Monday (for the next round of ROW80, which I have been encouraged to participate in), as well as recapping my goals for this week on Friday (with pictures! – if I can work out how to insert them). For now, I will just tell you that one of my goals has been completed, I’m set to complete another two(ish) today, and I’m feeling pretty good about my plans for the last one!
Now, onto WIPpet Wednesday! I have unfortunately not even completed edits on chapter 1 of Rebellion (which, in my defense, is more like an entire chapter rewrite!), therefore the following excerpt (from chapter 2) is well and truly unedited. But that’s ideal. I want to know what you think of it, whether you like it, find it useful, or think it’s completely useless. Would it draw you in, or leave you indifferent? Today, I have 10 sentences (3+7) for you from the first part of chapter 2. I realise that Wednesday was the 2nd, but you get an extra sentence because I was late this week!
Carithno had outgrown the farms that stretched between its towering wall and the forest many centuries ago, yet no one had been willing to expand the beyond the wall, so they survived, even if only to act as an extra barrier for the city. The fields followed the curve of the wall as it gradually curved out of sight on either side of her, and ahead of the forest seemed distant. Only the inhabitants of the small cottages scattered throughout the expanse of land. In the distance, dogs barked into the dusk, but whether in warning or excitement she could not tell. Many of the houses were familiar to her, having stayed with the farmers the nights it had been too dangerous to head straight into the forest. She had spent those nights curled in front of the fire on wooden floors that smelt of animals and dust, listening cautiously for the crunch of hooves against stone paths, and the clink of armour as it moved. Despite the risks, she enjoyed staying with the farmers. They were cautious of outsiders and strangers alike, opening their homes only to a select few. Her privilege had been won from her accidental saving of the child of one of the farmers year ago, and since then she had been welcomed into their strange, close community, appreciating and reciprocating their strict policy of no questions asked, no answers given. “Taura, m’girl,” one of the farmers had whispered to her once as she was bustled inside in the darkness, “you’re like us, y’know. Y’understand privacy, don’t ask too many questions, and y’sure don’t give any answers.”