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!