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Sunday Snippets…19 May

May 19, 2013
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sunday_snippets2Apologies to everyone for missing the snippets recently. My back problems are making sitting, standing or even lying down difficult! I’m on the mend so hopefully back to normal soon.

Please visit these other authors excellent blogs:

http://mermaidssinging.wordpress.com/

http://caitlinsternwrites.wordpress.com/

http://ileandrayoung.com

http://jennykellerford.wordpress.com

http://jennifermeaton.com/

http://richardleonard.wordpress.com

http://jordannaeast.com

http://itsjennythewren.wordpress.com/

http://wehrismypen.wordpress.com

http://jlroeder.wordpress.com

http://letscutthecrap.wordpress.com/

http://ashortaday.wordpress.com

http://www.michellezieglerauthor.com

http://joeowensblog.wordpress.com/

Todays word describes my body’s complaints to a T:     Inveigh – definition: to protest or complain bitterly.

Sunday Snippets – 14 April 2013…

April 14, 2013
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Today I am sharing a scene from my speculative fiction novel, Life in Slake Patch. Young men of the resistant group, known as the Tribe have been captured and secured in a grain store.

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Woken by sudden shouting, horse’s hooves and cries of help, I knew something was terribly wrong. Pulling on a pair of britches quickly, I raced out of the long house to see huge flames leaping into the early morning sky. The grain store was on fire and the young men were still locked inside. The heat hit me as I rushed toward the store. Men were lined up between the large water troughs and the burning building, passing buckets of water back and forth as quickly as they could.

Suddenly there was a deafening crash as the store roof collapsed. Screams pierced the air then all at once there was silence. Shocked faces were bathed in the gold of the flames, no one moved for several moments then hectically the bucket line restarted. It took over an hour before the flames were quenched sufficiently for the chard logs to be pulled away, exposing the blackened bodies of the seven members of the Tribe. One by one they are laid out then wrapped in hessian and taken by wagon to the spirit garden out to the east. Each wagon accompanied by the father of the young man within, riding on horseback with black cloths shrouding them, as was the custom.

The Tollst residents watched the procession leave in stunned silence. Death was usually through old age and occasionally an accident but this was an unprecedented event, something that would make its mark on everyone there that day. Merchant Folke stood at the gate and as we watched the last wagon past through he asked us all to say the death chant together.

Please enjoy everyone’s snippets – here is the list.

http://mermaidssinging.wordpress.com/

http://caitlinsternwrites.wordpress.com/

http://ileandrayoung.com

http://wyrmflight.wordpress.com/

http://www.mandyevebarnett.com

http://womanbitesdog.wordpress.com/

http://jennykellerford.wordpress.com

http://jennifermeaton.com/

http://richardleonard.wordpress.com

http://jordannaeast.com

http://letscutthecrap.wordpress.com

http://writerscrash.blogspot.ca/

http://joeowensblog.wordpress.com/

Today’s word for those who would like to know is Promontory – definition: a high point of land sticking out into the sea or over a lowland. I could have found a scene where Evan travelled to a similar place but chose not to. However, I am sharing a wonderful scenic view instead.

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Blog Award – Spreading the Love…

April 9, 2013
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Junket – definition: 1) trip; especially a trip made by an official at public expense; 2. a dessert of sweetened flavored milk set in a jelly

I’m on a blog junket with a wonderful award. Jenny at http://itsjennythewren.wordpress.com/  was kind enough to nominate me. I have to reveal 7 things about me and nominate 15 bloggers – that’s going to take some ‘travelling’ around the blog-a-sphere….

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1. I have seen a ghost

2. My first book, Rumble’s First Scare began life as a prompt

3. My favorites animals are tigers and red panda‘s

4. As a youth I created abstract art

5. I’m currently the secretary of The Writers Foundation of Strathcona County

6. I would live in Italy given the opportunity

7. My favorite colour is purple

Now the tricky part choosing other bloggers.

http://tracycembor.com/

http://thelivingnotebook.com/

http://chichikir.wordpress.com/

http://susanleighnoble.wordpress.com/

http://rebeccabradleycrime.com/

http://meloniekydd.wordpress.com/

http://thejennymacbookblog.wordpress.com/

http://rickmallery.wordpress.com/

http://thereanddraftagain.wordpress.com/

http://writingsistersblog.wordpress.com/

http://risingwoman.wordpress.com/

http://christinastrigas.wordpress.com/

http://bottledworder.wordpress.com/

http://andyszpuk.wordpress.com/

http://eyedancers.wordpress.com/

Whew managed to pick 15…it’s not that easy!

Please visit them – their words are worth reading.

A Lesser Used Word..? & Sunday Snippets…

March 17, 2013
mandyevebarnett


Forlorn – definition: 1) feeling sad and lonely especially because of being left alone: 2) hopeless

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As I was searching for a suitable picture for this post,  I came across many images of puppies, abandoned buildings, sad looking children, graveyards and distress in many forms. The word is a very powerful image maker but it seems to be out of fashion when it comes to its use now-a-days.  We have all read the classics where a woman is described as forlorn when her love is not requited or lost. The imagery of her gradually failing and becoming waif like is very strong.

Such an emotive word should not, I feel, be lost to the language of story telling. Of course we can use other words, such as desolate, bereft, miserable, wretched and even forsaken, which is in decline as well, I believe but forlorn is the ‘king’.  A puppies pleading eyes can only be forlorn.

I found a beautiful poem by Bernd at http://timelessferry.wordpress.com/

Forlorn, for the first time ever – lonely.

Forlorn, gone is the love of my life, happiness is destroyed.

Forlorn,  dominated by grief, tears flow and flow, will never stop.

Forlorn, deep pain rips everything deep inside me, it is excruciating.

Time passes, really too slowly.

Time shall heal wounds, heal pain.

Time may you tell me, is it almost time?

Time let me know, when I’m free again.

The hope, I carry with me.

The hope, each day a new attempt to live, to survive.

The hope, find peace with the pain.

The hope,  to break free from the shackles, let go the old things, finally find new happiness.

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Also as it is Sunday Snippets – I have included a short piece from the 18th century period of my novel, The Twesome Loop. Gabriella has found her husband’s brother to be truly understanding and her affections are clear. When her husband William decides his brother has over stayed his welcome :

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“It is time you took your leave, my brother, you have dallied here far too long. I will purchase the villa in Agagni and want you to organise it on my behalf.”

“You may want to inspect the building and grounds before the purchase, William. May I suggest you travel to Italy to see the details are correct?”

“I am confident you will ensure all the details are correctly documented, Arthur. I have organised a carriage to take you to Dover in the morning.”

Gabriella’s dismay must have shown on her face.

“Are you sorry to see my brother leave, my sweet?”

“I am – he has been good company these past few weeks. The tales of his travels have been most entertaining.”

“Well, you shall be travelling with me in a few months time to my new property in Italy.”

“I look forward to seeing Italy; from what Arthur has told me, it is very beautiful.”

The evening seemed to draw out for hours before William finally left for his room.

“Please do not leave me here with him, Arthur. He will surely subject me to his lusts once you are gone.”

Fellow Snippet Bloggers:

http://mermaidssinging.wordpress.com/

http://caitlinsternwrites.wordpress.com/

http://ileandrayoung.com

http://wyrmflight.wordpress.com/

http://www.mandyevebarnett.com

http://womanbitesdog.wordpress.com/

http://jennykellerford.wordpress.com

http://jennifermeaton.com/

http://richardleonard.wordpress.com

http://jordannaeast.com

http://letscutthecrap.wordpress.com

http://writerscrash.blogspot.com/2013/01/critique-blog-hop.html?showComment=1359314347792#c7304398839545720473

Empowering Submission – guest post by Naomi Shafer

January 8, 2013
mandyevebarnett


Empowering Submission – guest post by Naomi Shafer.

I was so impressed by Naomi’s insight and advice I had to share it.

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