Monthly Archives: December 2012
A nice winter scene from Passages came to mind this week as we finally got a few inches here in Virginia. Enjoy!
Snow had started falling on Zeffir when I vectored to the patch of woods I’d used previously, hoping to avoid detection. As we hurried between the skinny trees, tiny flakes pattered upon the dried leaves. A few inches of white lay in the field furrows, creating stripes across the land—like old-fashioned prison stripes. Thanks to my guard, we wouldn’t be wearing those or more modern lock-down garb. Eve had put aside her fears for Sabein and Cyrem and performed her function at Cavvert’s Conducer. And I’d done my best to help, deactivating the three guards she’d immobilized and barricading them in the station with a flatbed of boxes.
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This week I wanted to keep in tune with the holiday season, but none of my manuscripts feature a winter holiday. I’ve settled for the winter morning one of the Zeffirites has come to collect the hero Quinn for a meeting with their leader—and he must skirt the protective Eve.
Clouds covered the sky, the wind beneath brisk. Snow swirled up from the ground and blew down the short street. No one mentioned coats—it must not be far.
“You know she won’t be kept waiting a moment longer and I’m sure observing the locals is part of his assignment as well.” Tristam crossed his arms, shifting his frown from Eve to me. “My grandmother makes an excellent coffeecake.”
“I’d love some,” I answered, placing my hand to the small of Eve’s back and nudging her into a walk.
Hope your holiday breakfasts are a bit smoother! Thanks for joining me and be sure to visit other “sixers” here, or find us posting at #sixsunday.
In looking back over 15 Six Sentence Sunday posts, I see I’ve never featured my science fiction romance, Passages. Quel horror, as my French teacher used to say. In honor of starting revisions with my new agent, here is Quinn, the hero’s first view of Zeffir Island.
The bleating of goats led me down the hillside. Far below lay the town, a village really, spread at the bottom of a gentle slope on the edge of the sea, just as Graen’s image had shown.
I stuffed my hands in my pockets and marched across crop fields extending over the outlying hills. Even in the dead of winter I recognized the modern—for the natives—agricultural practices the Docga encouraged: contour plowing, irrigation, and crop rotation. Greenhouses, compost heaps, and pastures interspersed the terraced planting fields, each divided by thick hedgerows. Small steps for the year 2092, yet, steps in the right direction.
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I hope this shot from one of my summer hikes conveys how I feel to share my exciting writing news. Any writer’s journey can be rough at times and smooth at others, but right now, I’m seeing the beautiful vistas ahead of me, because I’ve found an agent! I’m thrilled to be represented by Lyndsay Hemphill of ICM Partners.
We met through the pitch sessions at this fall’s NJRWA Put Your Heart in a Book Conference. Lyndsay was looking for science fiction and fantasy romance, and I was pitching my contest winner Passages, a science fiction romance.
A few weeks later, delayed by Hurricane Sandy shutting down NYC, I printed out her email requesting a phone conversation and taped it to my microwave so it could sink in I was really about to have ‘the call’ conversation. No kidding!
She’s super excited about my writing and story and I’m confident she’s going to provide great support on the next phase of my career. So, let’s enjoy the flight!
Again this week I’m featuring my WIP, The Farm, for Six Sentence Sunday! Today my artist heroine Annmar meets another of Wellspring Collective’s farm workers—a girl who becomes her friend and confidant.
Once more Annmar shook hands and probably said the usual niceties, but her mind jumped to the hue of Mary Clare’s emerald eyes, her pale freckles and tiny little nose that would be fun to paint. And if Annmar made her ginger hair even longer than where it touched her shoulders, and loose from the ribbon binding it tightly back—it had to be curly with those puckering waves—she could draw twining flowers, or better yet, vines of some farm crop that would offset the canvas overalls and boots this girl wore. What a contrast the feminine and masculine elements would make—
“Are you well?” Mary Clare peered at her. “Miz Fertis, I think you better put her to bed as soon as possible.”
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Thanks for stopping by for Six Sentence Sunday! Please join my heroine Annmar on her first look at one of her new fellow workers on Wellspring Farm, in my WIP The Farm. Rivka is one interesting fellow, in her city-reared opinion.
Below Annmar’s window, Wellspring’s manager joined several farmworkers under the spreading tree. A tall skinny boy—or young man, as she should think of him—seemed to be reporting while others listened. He waved his hands in an animated way, his tufts of short tawny hair glinting gold and auburn highlights as he fluttered in the low afternoon sun.
Fluttered? Annmar bent her head, trying for a better angle against the glass to make out the exact movements of his side-stepping feet and flipping elbows, but he wasn’t moving. Had it been a trick of the lighting, or—her hand flew to her mouth—a knacker?
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