Hello again! It’s certainly been a while since I last posted. Over six months. Oops. In my defense, much of the time was spent studying, travelling all over the place and studying some more.I am now at the point where I can officially say that I only have two more weeks of my undergraduate degree and, assuming I pass everything, will graduate in December. Much excitement.
As you will all be aware, NaNoWriMo is again creeping closer. Rachel and I were thinking that rather than just participating in the local/regional events/write-ins/friendly-competition-with-total-strangers-who-maybe-take-the-whole-thing-a-little-too-seriously, we’d set up an online forum to encourage and motivate eachother (via facebook or the like). If anyone is interested, let me know in the comments and I’ll share the link here next week. 🙂
I’m also gifting you with a WIPpet because it’s Wednesday and it’s been seven months. It’s technically 14 lines according to Word. Kara searches out an old friend.
The sun had begun its steady decent into the west when Kara went in search of the blacksmith’s cottage on the far western edge of the citadel. She knocked on the solid oak door, three sharp raps to alert the occupants to her presence.
“Whoosit?” came a gruff voice. Its occupant wrenched open the dilapidated door. “Oh, your highness.” The big man bowed awkwardly, “We weren’t expecting you.”“Good evening, Mr Rinone.” Kara greeted him politely, “Is Laena in?” She peered around the large man.
Loka Rinone grunted in reply, stepping aside to let her in. In the dim light she could make out Laena, a curly-haired child on her hip and more crowding around the table where she stirred a steaming pot of stew. She looked older than when Kara had last seen her, tired and frayed at the edges. The children glanced up curiously at the intruder. One of them tugged at Laena’s frayed sleeve.
“Not now, Is…” she looked up, “Oh, Kara, it’s you.” There was a brittle edge to her voice. She didn’t smile.
That’s it until next week*. I look forward to reading yours and remember to let me know if you’re interested in the online NaNo community idea. 😀
*no promises
R.E. Navan 
Ok, now I’m curious about the rest of the plot. A princess and a Blacksmith’s wife? Oldest daughter? There’s obviously some history there, especially since Laena calls her by her first name, and doesn’t even make a pretense at being polite.
Nicely done. 🙂
Hey, that’s me! I’m obviously keen, but you already know that. This snippet makes me want to dive back into Queen of Hearts (which I AM in the process of beta reading I promise)…after finals and NaNo perhaps…I’ll get around to it I promise!
Haha that’s ok. I still haven’t got round to finishing yours yet either.
I like that picture of domesticity, with the mom making food and kids crowded around. (Very familiar.)