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8 Sentence Sunday

Mattie meets Genya!

The steward there looked positively disgusted that she spoke in such a way, but he vanished to fetch her coat anyway. As she waited, she sensed a presence approach from behind. Knowing it was Thomas, she whirled to give him an unedited piece of her mind.

The words died on her lips when she realized the man behind her was not Thomas.

He was tall and dark-haired, and the only man she’d seen so far without a tuxedo or Naval uniform on. Instead, he wore a high-collared, double-breasted black jacket with a red sash from his left shoulder across his chest to his right hip. The gilded belt around his waist accentuated the definition of the body beneath it. His black slacks ended as they dove into shined black knee-high boots.

He smiled and spoke with a thick Russian accent: “You are not leaving, are you?”

8 Sentence Sunday

I don’t have the time to make quality blog posts.

It’s sad, but true. And I’d rather make no blog posts than make shitty blog posts. So while I’m up to my buns in school-work-family, I’m going to mostly keep this blog limited to the “8 Sentence Sunday” posts I used to do. Those were neat, right?!

Along with recognizing how little time I have for writing, I decided to stick to a single story until I finish it OR DIE TRYING. I went with The Lightning-Maker’s Daughter because it’s the one on my mind the most often. I have the proto-synopsis posted somewhere around here.

Anyway, with no further ado, my 8 sentences for this week!

The door to the laboratory swung shut, and Mattie eyed the ON lever. Prue could drag her to a ball that was just a dressed-up flesh sale, but she couldn’t keep Mattie from bringing her theory to life.

Mattie grasped the lever with her ungloved hand and pushed up. The lever clicked as it engaged, and Mattie prepared herself for the sounds of the coil coming on.

She waited for ten seconds—ten long seconds in silence and electrical inactivity— before she slammed the ON lever back down to its OFF position. Maybe there had been further sabotage that she hadn’t seen. Maybe being underground interrupted the energy flow she needed.

Maybe her thesis was flawed.

NaNo Day 17

2,301 words, total 29,672.

I wanted to make it to 30,000 tonight but I just couldn’t stay awake. I’ll get it tomorrow!

So apparently I’m really loving Afghanistan. The words just flow. I have way too many, so I’m going to have a to cut a lot later. But that’s for December, right!?

The research I had to do for this part of the book was pretty intense, and I’m super glad I did it beforehand. Having to do it now would have slowed me waaaaaay down. Finding Pashto words for stuff is hard enough. I gotta go find me a Pashtun.

It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!

That’s right, kids! It’s time for NaNoWriMo!

Well, okay, it’s time to get ready for NaNoWriMo. But still! It’s exciting!

This is me, y’all. For if you wanted to keep up, be my buddy, or what have you.

I was going to work on a new novel (Cavemen In Spaaaaaaace!) but then I decided that I need to really focus my time and get The Lightning-Maker’s Daughter done with. I have 90,000 words to go, and if I can get 50,000 of those hammered out in a month, that will make the rest of this journey go a little quicker.

Wheee!