Made it to the daily goal, but it’s rough–really rough.
They had barely cleared the doorway when Machi and Jua appeared beside them. They had only taken a few steps when Machi tried to help Askari walk. They stopped and he raked all of them with a glare.
“I am not an invalid. I swear to the twins the next person to try and help me is going to be picking themselves up from the ground. I am following Tayi’s instructions. You are welcome to monitor me. But I will not be carried around again.”
The other three looked thoroughly chastised and followed a half step behind them. Although Jua refused to leave his fishing bear behind and after a very short distance he was again jabbing it at imagined fish that were much larger then the one he’d taken.
Also, if you are interested, Home Grown, my foodie romance, is available for $1 for the next week from Dreamspinner Press.
The weekend is almost over. Back to toiling in the mines tomorrow. But it has been a catchup weekend. Hopefully the week will not be an evil soul suck and I won’t be lagging behind again. But at the end of Sunday I was slightly over 26,000 words. Today’s final 100 ended at a great place in the scene. What a concept. LOL
Dhala removed a small flat case from a spot above him. Once it was opened, he could see it was filled with a variety of small blades. Dhala selected one and then bared a bit of skin on the inside of his thigh. He choose one of the blades and pressed it against his skin. It parted almost immediately and a small stream of blood started down his leg.
Askari almost broke his silence when his friend began to carve into himself with quick deft strokes of the knife. By the time he finished, the blood flowed freely. This time he could no longer let this go on. He began to speak, and his world went black.
Obsidian Sun received an Honorable Mention from the 2015 Rainbow Awards. I’m so excited, Now we’ll see how it does when the winners are announced in December.
Interesting comment, Obsidian Sun as a movie. Hmmm, who might play the characters? Sounds like a delightful way to waste a morning. LOL
An odd Saturday, but I managed to get in quite a bit of writing today. Over 2000 words. hopefully tomorrow will be crossing the halfway point.
Here are my 100 (or so) words for today.
Even though the items had all been removed from the bag, she continued to search through the bag. He was about to point out that it had been emptied of its contents when she pulled a rawhide envelope that was as hard as rock from the bag. The packet was about as thick as his finger and roughly the length and width of his hand. Covered with bright geometric shapes, it was unlike anything he had seen before.
She turned to the light and began unfolding the unusual container. Each side folded away until it exposed a handful of blades, each one carefully tied to the bottom layer. He leaned closer to realize it was a collection of both iron and flint blades. None longer than his finger, and most far shorter. He looked to his mother for explanation.
“They are the healing knives used by my family since the Chinjoka flew to this world from the forth.”
First, Friday the thirteenth. I hate Friday the thirteenths. But other than the normal grind at work it went fine. The writing still isn’t up to my daily goals, but I’m hoping to catch up over the weekend. I hope everyone gets time to relax and recharge over the coming few days.
Here are my 100 (or so) words for today.
The hata bull bucked, trying to dislodge Machi, but he only bit deeper. Dhala had tossed his bow to one side and was standing at the outside of the area of the fight between the two. He was trying to find an opening, just a pause, more distance. He wouldn’t let this got any worse.
Then it happened. The bull dropped to his knees again. Dhala shot into the pause, grabbing Askari by the arms and backing away as quickly as possible, dragging Askari with him. Other hunters surged past to help Machi. But he didn’t care. Askari was badly injured. Once he had pulled his friend to a sheltered place, he turned to find Jua and Tayi racing toward them.
Tayi kneeled close to Askari and opened the bag she carried. She cut away his tunic and then gently probed his torso. After a moment or two, he groaned deeply and turned. Dhala breathed a little easier, but then the injured man never opened his eyes.
We are now in the part of the novel where the story has a life of its own….
Satisfied everything was as it should be, he turned to find Askari coming toward him. Once they were close, the Onija nodded to Dhala.
“Everyone is ready.”
Dhala knelt, put his hand against the ground and felt the pounding of a multitude of heavy hooves crossig the valley toward them. “They’re coming.”
They sprinted to their positions. Dhala noched a hunting arrow the length of his arm and squatted into the grasses. He glanced over to see one of Askari’s spears hovering just below the top of the grasses. Then they disappeared from sight in the terrain that was a mix of the sere brown of the grasses left from the fall, and the deep green of the new growth. The hata migration happened because of the need for tender new grasses for the newborn calves.
Getting closer to the weekend, but today was too busy to get much writing done. But the story continues to grow at least a little at a time.
Dhala enjoyed the warm sun on his bare back. The previous night had been another that left frost on the upper ridges close to the village and Dhala thought it looked to be a thin coating of light snow in the higher peaks. But the day had warmed quickly and by the time he was working in the portion of the communal garden assigned to his family.
While he worked he kept an eye on Jua. The fledgling had stayed with them. Dhala thought he could sense relief from other families that they would not be asked to house the orphan. It had been subtle, but he’d noticed some families avoided Jua. Worse, the child seemed to understand that he was being shunned, and through no fault of his own.
I also want to let everyone know that Double Trouble is going to be on hold until after NaNoWriMo ends. Afterwards, we’ll be back to seeing what the little dickens Danny is up to now.
Another busy day, but I got some writing done. I also added another character, six year old Jua. I’m not sure I mentioned it, but Aerie is intended for the teen/YA market. And to be a trilogy. We’ll see how it looks on Dec 1. Here’s today’s last 100 words.
The fledgling wrapped his arms around himself and led the other two back to the sheltering cliffs. As they started on the pathway to their home, Jua stopped abruptly and turned to them. “It’s my fish, right? So I can do whatever I want? I want to share it with Askari and Machi. Tayi said they were your best friends.”
“Jua, I don’t know if Machi will come.”
Askari waved his hand. “He’ll come. I’ll tell him personally that Jua wants him to come.”
Dhala’s jaw muscle flexed. “What if he doesn’t want to come.”
Askari lifted one brow. “I will be very persuasive.”
Got through the writing gridlock from yesterday and managed a little over 2,000 words.
“You think if I beg him, that he will let me return.”
Askari exhaled deeply. “I might have hoped you would be willing to ask if you could come back.” He turned and they locked eyes yet again. “Would it be that terrible? Going back to work with Machi? You were so proud when he selected you to be his Saat.”
“I was young. I thought I was in love with Machi. I would have done anything he’d asked of me. So long as I could breathe in his scent, I was thrilled to do anything.”
Rough writing day, but did get some writing accomplished.
It paused, turned back to him, and Dhala swore the sound the animal made this time was more the sound of skyfire during a storm moon twister. He stood in shock for a moment, but no longer. He knew this wasn’t the playful antics of an animal with a brain the size of his thumb. This was likely Father to the Twins ordering him to the heights. Otherwise it was one of the twins and Dhala wasn’t certan which he wanted to anger less. Hopefully he could avoid all of them.
With a barely audible sigh he started on the path that would take him to the Chinjoka burial grounds. He tried to prepare himself, but knew it was useless.