OOPS

Well, so much for having something to share with you all by Sunday, here it is Tuesday and I have nothing to show for it, except probably a cavity from all the easter eggs. I regret nothing. One thing I have done over the last few weeks is read, the entire Hunger Games Trilogy (wow that was good), and my two favourite blogs, http://jelizabethhill.wordpress.com/ and http://fictionalimpulse.wordpress.com/.  These two women are fantastic fantasy writers, and I have been blessed with being friends with them and getting to read their work, they get to either wear or attach their keys to mine 😉

In my defense, I spent Friday hiking and feeding Chickadees and a Nut Hatch by hand!

So during a slow moment the other day I thought I might give writing a try.  I have always dabbled in it, and have produced a few little pieces of things here and there, but I lack any sort of discipline to finish anything. Still I started a little bit of something about a Bear named Betta and a little girl named Analea and a Rescue Mission.

Oh what the heck, here is a snippet of the story..

Betta stared out across the moonlit valley, deceptively calm and innocent looking.  It was just an illusion though, that Betta was sure of as her amber eyes scanned the blue tinted emptiness.  She would have much preferred to stick to the woods, terrain she knew and could work with.  The valley floor was barren of growth except for the short brittle shrubs that popped up here and there.  They were no good for cover though as each one was inhabited by massive venomous spiders that hunted for, well, anything they wanted really.  Though their venom wasn’t fatal to anyone Betta’s size, it would certainly knock her out for a while and Analea wouldn’t stand a chance, besides, they gave her the creeps.  So without being able to use the shrubs as cover, it meant travelling out in the open, and being constantly visible to the Hoarders.  ‘That’s assuming anyone made it out of the asylum to be watching for us’, she thought hopefully as she picked a fishbone out from between her teeth with an inch long razor-like claw.  Standing up she turned back towards the woods and sniffed, her long snout twitching with the familiar scents of pine and leaf mould.  Nothing alarming came back to her on the night wind. If they were following, it would be a while before they caught up, and by then they could be half way to the mountains.  She would have to continue to carry the child, there was no question that she could make the journey after so many month’s confined.

Till next time!

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6 thoughts on “OOPS

  1. Thanks for the tag! Many people have been recommending Hunger Games to me these days and I think it might be a good read for now when I want something a bit lighter (the writing, not the topic, obviously). When kid 1 was a baby I re-read all of HP that was available at the time.

    Your writing is quite good, you should keep at it. That was an intriguing snippet and I was interested in learning the greater context of the story.

    • Thanks! What I want to try is finding an outlining program to work with as I think I have the same problem Julie used to have with finishing things! I have had Betta bouncing around in my brain for ages, in all sorts of different places and situations, something about a big friendly she bear who is more human than bear sometimes. I do love to anthropomorphize 😛

      • Rob tried to get me to used something called Storyboard for my WIP. There is a free version…it looked kind of neat but I’m a much more pen and paper kind of girl. Take a look at it, maybe it will work for you.

      • Reading about spiders doesn’t bother me. As long as there aren’t pictures. And by pictures I mean photographs.

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