Weekend Writing Warriors 2/23/14

Thanks so much for visiting and commenting last week, everybody. I’m sorry I didn’t respond to your comments much. Sunday evening I didn’t feel well and then I started a temp job, so have been more tired than usual. I really appreciate your uplifting comments, please know that. Here I am again, ready to continue with my NaNo story, working title Night Shift. Collected excerpts for this story are here.

Skipping ahead in the current scene, Kazimir has tried to convince Devorah to join his group of Crossers to help restore the balance between the powers of Light and Dark. Hearing that he’s actually over 400 years old, she asks him if he’s immortal; all he’ll say is that he should be leaving because he isn’t supposed to pressure anybody into joining the Crossers. Devorah speaks first here.

“Someday I’d like to hear more about your wife, I bet there’s a lot to tell.”

Kazimir just shook his head; on his way out of the kitchen he said, “Thanks for asking Adrael to heal me, I’ll look you up in a few days to get your final answer.” 

I stopped him before he reached the front door. “You’ll help me, right? I’m afraid to do this but I will. I’ve got to believe I’m stronger than I think I am.” 

His face lit up and he threw both arms around me. It made me smile in spite of what I was agreeing to do.

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Weekend Writing Warriors 2/16/14

Here we are again, continuing with my NaNo story, working title Night Shift. Commenters last week seemed pretty interested in Devorah's response to the news that Kazimir is over 400 years old, so I'm picking up from there. This is still a first draft so a lot is subject to change. Collected excerpts for this story are here. This snippet has been tweaked to fit WeWriWa's guidelines ;-)

My head would not wrap around that; four-hundred-plus years? Really? “Whoa. That’s pretty incredible . . . how does that happen?” 

“A gift from the Dark side once I reached a certain level. The Light doesn’t really approve but it’s not one of those things they can interfere with, and now you know.” Kazimir didn’t face me.

“So does that mean you’re actually, like, immortal?” But he looked so normal. I stepped back; he finally turned toward me, and I took one step closer to him.

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Weekend Writing Warriors 2/09/14

Hello again, new peeps and previous peeps :) Continuing with my NaNo story, working title Night Shift. It’s all still basically first draft; I tweak the excerpts for posting here but parts of the plot are subject to change. Collected excerpts from this story are here. 

For this snippet, Kaz has been trying to convince Devorah to join the Crossers. He comments that even though Crossers have to do some things they otherwise would never think of doing, he’s been doing it for a long time. He’s also said that picturing his wife’s face helps get him through the bad days. Devorah speaks first here.

“I keep hearing that you’ve been a Crosser for ‘a long time’ but what exactly does that mean?”

He scratched his ear and scuffed one foot against the floor. “People don’t believe me about that anymore.”

“Try me--you want me to trust you, right?”

“Telling you won’t help with that. What’s happening now is what counts.”

“Not if remembering someone you knew a long time ago is what helps you get through today.”

He folded his arms, walked a little further off, and said, “My wife died in 1562 … we lived in Tuscany.”

I tried not to stare but couldn’t help myself.

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Weekend Writing Warriors 2/02/14

Well well, it’s finally February! I am *so* excited to leave January behind! Not just because so much of the U.S. had such terrible weather--and it was terrible, some people lost their lives in the blizzards and extreme cold--but the good news is that Weekend Writing Warriors turns one year old! :) Having recently gathered a bunch of comments from you, our wonderful readers/participants, we are thinking about some kind of celebration. Stay tuned to the WeWriWa main page!

On to my sentences. This scene has kind of come full circle, because immediately following last week's excerpt would come the part I posted as my first snippet from this story (working title Night Shift) here back in November. 

So--Devorah has left Kazimir on the floor in her entryway, where the angels healed him. Feeling a bit guilty over shooting Kaz, she brought him a pillow and a throw from the sofa. The next morning, she finds him sitting up and in the middle of reciting what sounds like a prayer. She starts to leave but he calls her. She apologizes for shooting him. [Creative punctuation is in use ;-) I’m sorry for running over the limit a little, but I condensed as much as I could without losing important parts.] 

“I was hoping you’d shoot me,” Kazimir said. 

I came all the way down the stairs. “What?”

“I wanted you to go into your own Dark side; I needed you to see that anger and hatred can drive even you to do demonic things.” 

“You . . . egged me on to make me shoot you? I could’ve killed you, and you manipulated me!” 

“Yeah, and yeah. You almost did kill me, but then you asked Adrael to help me--there’s no way I’d be completely healed by now without his help.”

I didn’t know what to make of him; he pushed me to shoot him, knowing I could have sent that bullet into his head as easily as his leg. “Selfless, or just determined to prove you’re right about me?” 

“What’s the point of being right if I’m dead? Everybody’s got a price--you get it now?”

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