Honestly, I don’t have a lot to update in RoW80. I’m plodding along in the writing, and actually signed up as a JuNoWriMo rebel. I have a couple of scholarly articles I want to work on, as well as this rebel piece, so I don’t want to go down in flames. I’m not complaining, trust me. I am delighted that the words are still coming and the characters still talking to me.
I am steadfastly working to pull back from the day job. I have the bad habit of working through lunch and breaks, but want that to stop. I did have Monday off, and got most of the china packed–an impressively intricate and slow job!
Please go encourage the rest of the RoWers here.
And for WIPpet Wednesday:
My last two snippets have been from the point of view of my female protagonist, but this is from the male POV. There are 7 short paragraphs (6+1) of dialogue between the main characters, a very few dates after the earlier snippets:
“You haven’t said much of anything about what you want to do with your life,” I said.
“Oh, I haven’t thought about it very much. I suppose the usual, husband and family.”
Suddenly, she began to shiver uncontrollably. I thought she might be cold, even though it was rather mild, so I gathered her into my arms, but only close enough to warm her.
“I’m not cold,” Helen muttered into my chest, so I let her pull away.
“But you’re shaking.” She wouldn’t look at me, staring at the ground, or down the street, anywhere but at me. All of a sudden, I realized she was scared, and said so.
“Yes, I am.” She still would not look at me.
“Of what?” I tipped her face up with a finger so that she had to look at me. I was searching her face, her eyes, trying to read her expression. The understanding hit me the second before she said it.