Even though he and Vanda had agreed to do nothing about the mysterious letter, Wilom couldn’t help feeling useless. Being patient was easy. Being unable to do anything was different. However, a contingency plan? That, at least, felt productive. Continue reading
At Marc’s house, Cathlin was sorting through a pile of mail. Jilli was playing with her bear and a doll at the other end of the table, and Marc was chopping carrots.
“There’s one here for you,” Cathlin said, and pushed it across the table to Wilom. Continue reading
OK, so I wrote this thinking it would just sound weird, but then I realised it sounds more like some kind of strange, writerly urban legend.
“Remember to back up your work or you may be visited by … the dreaded BACKWARDS DRAFT!!!”
Maybe not. Continue reading
So, with some other things out of the way, I’m starting to get back into the rewrite. And one of the things I’m doing at the moment is recalibrating. Continue reading
They were up at the new village for the next few days after that, with Rickart, Inushi, Keri, and all the volunteers Vanda had mentioned, all starting to bring building materials together, and mark out the area. Soon the land was cordoned off into sections. Wilom didn’t see the logic in what would go where, but he supposed it only mattered that the builders knew. Continue reading
Rytel had requested that Wilom meet her at the office, so for the first time in Wilom’s entire time on the company books, he went to his supposed workplace. Continue reading
Wilom knocked on Mr Treene’s door five minutes before the appointed time, in a shirt that wasn’t brand new, but was freshly washed and pressed. He had brought the Ahgetian peppers and the spices, nicely wrapped in a gift bag, then stored in his briefcase for good measure. Continue reading
Writing the update that I posted recently, I wanted to also post a little ramble about the way I go about things. You may have noticed that I’ve been talking about a few different projects at the moment. And I have been jumping around more than normal. Continue reading
Wilom stayed at home the next morning. He drank his coffee with Marc, and then took up position at the dining room table as Cathlin and Jilli got ready for the day and left. Cathlin was insisting on walking Jilli to school before she ran her errands. Wilom’s shoulders had been tense the entire time, the incriminating lists hidden under innocuous ones, explanation ready just in case he was asked. But he needn’t have worried. Jilli was too concerned with a book she wanted to borrow from the school library, and Cathlin was too concerned with getting her to stop chattering and put on her shoes. Continue reading
Hi, all! This is just a short one today to keep folks in the loop. Continue reading