Today's WIPpet Wednesday, and I've made a commitment to participate in Kate Schwengel's generous community of writers who share snippets of their work-in-progress, based on the date. February 18 = convoluted math for me. Shorter would be division, so 18/2 = 9 sentences.
This snippet is from Rivers of Stone. Catriona, disguised as a boy, has traveled from Scotland with her husband, Dougal, to work for the Hudson's Bay Company. It's a cold August, 1842.
“Push off,” cried one of the sailors. “We’re ashore tonight.” The men laughed and shoved the boat away from the Prince Rupert. Cat took great breaths of air, thrilled to be smelling fish and birds and something different, something that smelled of the land.
As they drew closer to shore, a polar bear sat in shallow waters at the mouth of the Hayes River, catching fish and swallowing them whole. “There’s fresh meat for us,” one of the sailors said. The bear watched them pass, its giant jaws moving. Cat marveled at its size.
The boat turned into the Hayes River. One of the men shouted, and they all saw a black roof, then a sprawling, two-story white building, and the finger of a long dock reaching out to them.
|David Hogg, Polar Bears Fishing (Flickr)|
--Revise Section 02 on Rivers of Stone. First read through of 13 chapters done. Revise Chap 3 (Sec 01) based on crits from NOVELS-L 5/9 done.
--Read Elizabeth Lyon's Manuscript Makeover. Half-way through Chap 5 on story structure. Dense and thought-provoking. I think I'll be on Chapter 5 for awhile.
--Blog 3x week. 2/3 this week so far. Read others' posts x6 weekly. 4/6 so far. Participate in WIPpet Weds weekly. That's today. Done.
--Crit drafts by other writers 1x weekly. 1/1 done.
--Social media: Twitter x3.
--Draft marketing plan w/action steps by month. In progress.
--Evaluate possible ads: Collected background on 3 out of 5.
--New goal: Read one book/article on marketing.
Once while camping in British Columbia, we watched brown bears sit in the middle of a river, catching and eating salmon. They'd simply break the fish in half, rip out the fish eggs, and toss the broken bodies of the fish back into the river. They ignored the tourists well back on the banks, until someone brought a dog. That's when we left.
May doubt not be your companion this week -- and your reading and writing week go well.
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