I’m sorry for not blogging last week. Baby boy has figured out how to cruise and crawl. It’s amazing and wonderful but, oh my God, it’s so exhausting. Most of my free time is spent running after Bug now since he is constantly going going going. Who needs a gym when you have a 11 month old!
11 months! And next Monday will be the 1 year anniversary of being put on bed rest and the craziest week of my life.
Time has flown.
Despite being busy with the boy, I did manage to get a little writing in. I plugged away some more on the next chapter of Descendants. I also did some brainstorming for a short story that will take place before book two. And I plugged away a little at both of the fanfics that I haven’t updated in ages. So it was a good week for writing.
Its that time of the week again, WIPpet Wednesday, so I can share some of what I’ve worked on this week. Since today is the 17th, here is 17 sentences from book 1 of the Descendants. When last we left Vivian, she had hit her head on a rock. Sadly, her situation hasn’t improved any.
The floor wouldn’t stay put.
It bumped and bobbed, the rough wooden planks scratching against Vivian’s cheek. The movement also irritated the throbbing in her head, but thankfully that seemed to be fading. The smell of unwashed bodies and manure, however, only seemed to grow stronger as she regained consciousness.
Groaning, she opened her eyes and was immediately met with the sight of Tesni leaning over her. “Oh, good. You’re alive.”
“What happened?” Vivian’s voice was little more than a croak. She coughed, and swallowed, trying to clear the frog that lingered there, but nothing made a difference.
“I slipped and you broke my fall.” The other girl offered her a bag made out of what she thought was an animal skin. Her hands were bound together by rope though, and when Vivian tried to to take the bag from her, she discovered that she had been tied up as well, making the exchange incredibly awkward. Once she had a firm grip on the back though, she discovered that the water inside of it smelled just as foul as the slimy hide felt in her hands. “Our new friends here decided to give us a ride.”
“Oh.” A glance around revealed that they were inside the small cart they had stumbled across in the forest.
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