WIP Wednesday: Stranger in a Strange Land
And no, I'm not referring to Robert Heinlein's 1961 science fiction novel.
Not NaNo-ing always makes me feel a bit "out of the loop". Many bloggers are deep in the NaNo muck, and I'm here, piddling away at a pace of 500-800 words a day on my new book. Not a NaNo pace at all. Not at all.
Slow and steady wins the race? All right... but I didn't know I was in a race.
Speaking of strangers, here's a snippet of strangeness from what I'm tentatively calling Reunion:
"Hold on," James said. "Where the hell did Carl go?"
The three men faced each other and turned slowly, eyes scanning the rows of stone and dark fences of trees. James let his gaze drift past the grey ribbon of highway, K-15, which ran along the western edge of Greenwillow. No Carl. Plenty of darkness. A gust of hot summer breeze meandered through the cemetery. Late July brought temperatures near the century mark earlier that day, but James shivered.
Don't worry. Carl's fine.
For now.
Not NaNo-ing always makes me feel a bit "out of the loop". Many bloggers are deep in the NaNo muck, and I'm here, piddling away at a pace of 500-800 words a day on my new book. Not a NaNo pace at all. Not at all.
Slow and steady wins the race? All right... but I didn't know I was in a race.
Speaking of strangers, here's a snippet of strangeness from what I'm tentatively calling Reunion:
"Hold on," James said. "Where the hell did Carl go?"
The three men faced each other and turned slowly, eyes scanning the rows of stone and dark fences of trees. James let his gaze drift past the grey ribbon of highway, K-15, which ran along the western edge of Greenwillow. No Carl. Plenty of darkness. A gust of hot summer breeze meandered through the cemetery. Late July brought temperatures near the century mark earlier that day, but James shivered.
Don't worry. Carl's fine.
For now.
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