Forgot to post this lovely 'card' from Tara Tyler's "beastly survey," another marketing idea which somehow seems doubly appropriate today. At 8, I wake up Allen, stuff him in the car, and off we go to the hospital, check-in at 9, surgery at about 11. I'm hoping for those healing properties!
I didn't think I'd write anything today, still need to pack my bag for today -- hand quilting and threads, journal, Kindle, three writing magazines I'm behind on. But today is WIPpet day, check-in for ROW80 day, and I've been reading this fabulous book The Voyageurs by Grace Lee Nute. Although she talks about the voyageurs in a general, anecdotal way, sometimes her information comes from the 1840s, and I know this history shapes what my characters would know.
ROW80 check-in: I have this precious 45 minutes and am stuck between checking in and writing. So a quick check-in would be: I'm writing every day, though Lauralynn's ideas of taking a day off sound pretty good. Read her motivational article (if you haven't already), "Carving Out The Time."
Need to do before the week is done: Finish quilting article by deadline. Complete another critique for Novels-L (The Internet Writing Workshop), and stay on target for this week's 1,500 words. Map out topics for my blogs for the next month: Focus, write, share! And take a day off (thank you Lauralynn).
Wednesday WIPpet: In the spirit of sharing, here is a snippet from my WIP (work in progress). It's August 27. I still want to write this morning, so today I will post 9 sentences from Rivers of Stone! Very short.
Context: Orkneyman Dougal and Cat, his wife, disguised as a boy, have joined the Hudson's Bay Company with younger brother Colin. It's May, 1842, and Dougal and Colin have just been assigned to the Fur Brigade Express, leaving the York Factory (Upper Manitoba) within a few days for Fort Vancouver and the Pacific Northwest -- and leaving Cat behind.
“I’m Fronteneau,” said a small, wiry man. A red scarf held back his hair, his beard was neatly trimmed, and his eyes heavily lidded but alert, as he scanned Dougal. His upper body and arms were heavily muscled, but his legs were bowed, scrawny and underdeveloped.
“Hargrave sent me. Me and my brother are to travel west with the Fur Brigade.”
Fronteneau’s eyebrows raised. His words were shaped with the sound of French and something else. “And where’s your brother? I shouldn’t have to explain everything twice to a couple of new fish.”
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