Two Sentence Tuesday --Bound to Write

Pussy Willows - Nature's WIP

Dead Broke cooled enough for me to read it over and do some minor editing while I checked for larger problems. I'm tickled silly to say that it does not appear to have any huge problems. That said, it may be that its flavours haven't matured yet.
For now I'm going to just take care of the typos. I'll let it sit again, but not for long. I think this one can go out in a few months and try to make its way in the world.

Once the read over was done I decided it was time to get going on Bound.  The idea's been kicking around since November or so. I did a few world-building exercises for it. I could have done more, but realized they'd gone from an exercise to an excuse.
I have more than 2000 words now.  I intend on knuckling down on it soon.
For context I've added a few more that two sentences

Bound:

"She'd blot it from her mind as she'd done with so many uncomfortable feelings over the years. She'd dance with Johnal at least once. She'd dance with him all night if she could, but if it led to anything else she'd forfeit her training. Acolytes must be virgins."

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Last week I read Jean McNeil's The Ice Lovers (McArthur and Company, 2009). The setting is Antarctica a few years from now and that's what attracted me to it.  She certainly did her homework for it, even went there.

It's an okay book, but it's not compelling enough to read again. That said, she got it published and it caused me to buy it.  That's more than I've accomplished.

Two sentences:

"She said, ' I never know what time it is on base.'

'Time doesn't matter here.' "

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Tuesday Offerings- Begin Again Edition

Cold and rigid, like my WIP.

It's Two Sentence Tuesday time and I'm back with a bit of work.
Last week I didn't play along, not even at home, because I was a bit played out from getting a manuscript ready for betas. A Fly on the Wall is in their tender hands now. All I can do is wait. And write something else, of course, to keep my mind off it.

I'd set aside my current WIP some time ago to concentrate on AFOTW. By the time I dusted off the file again Dead Broke was cold and rigid.
I re-arranged a few things and it helped. Then I decided I needed to start over so I killed off three of the four chapters one morning. Later than day I resurrected them. I realized my approach had been wrong all along and I needed to back up and change perspective. Some bits in the chapters could be made to fit.
I've done a bit of writing on it, but mostly I've been thinking and sometimes rubbing my hands together as I giggle maniacally over an idea.

Ahh, it's good to be creating again.

From Dead Broke:

"The last bit out loud was clearly for my benefit. The carp tipped his fedora to me and swam away."

I spent many an hour on my deck these last few days enjoying the sunshine and a good book. The book is Elizabeth Hay's Late Nights on Air. It's set in the mid-70s at a radio station in Yellowknife, NWT. Hay brings the station, the people, and the north alive in her book and I found it captivating.
Two sentences:
"But she discovered soon enough. The enmity of newsmen is no small thing."
- McClelland & Stewart, Emblem Edition (2009)
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