So I’m about 3/4th of the way through Weirs! I’m starting chapter 13 today. I’m worried it will be too short, but I’ve already proven to myself that I’m terrible at internally counting words, so I guess we’ll find out.
I’m also horrendously jealous of Eileen and Ben, both of whom got honorable mentions in the Writers of the Future contest. I want that honorable mention. Granted I’ve never entered the contest before, but I’m going to by mid-year! Plans for my upcoming short story are coming along, though I still try to squelch them in order to focus on Weirs and pay attention in work meetings. (I was having a little trouble with that today…)
But congrats, guys! Way to set the bar for wannabes like me. XD
Excerpt of the day:
There was nothing, save a thin bundle of golden-brown hair, delicately tied together by a piece of blue embroidery floss. Variten did not touch the item, but studied it carefully.
“Lion hair,” he said.
“Precisely,” said Mathieu, closing the box. “Gathered from the splintered wood of a house on the northern end of my district, from a woman who birthed during a full moon.”
Variten nodded, understanding the smug look on his Regal’s face. “The two-tailed lion, then. You haven’t gotten man’s scent on it, have you?”
Weirs, chapter 12