I had an equal number of great writing days and slow
revising days this week, but I still managed to crank out a few new sentences
on even the slowest days. Here is a sampling of this week’s work from The
Lady and the Minstrel.
Monday: Having
naught to offer her, it was not his place to try to ease a heart she had
willingly given Strode to break.
Tuesday: Robert did
not hear any more, for a drubbing rage pounded between his ears.
Wednesday: The
squire would be shamed, and the earl more so, that a man both considered
beneath their notice, a mere musician, had defeated a man of warrior blood.
Thursday: “But I’d
left the door open a bit for some light, an’ one minute we were talkin’ and
holdin’ hands and the next I was on the ground and my head was swimmin’ an’
Maida was screamin’ and that devil was laughin’, an’ if I’d had a knife on me I
would have sliced out his guts.”
Friday: “I hate it
as much as you, but sometimes no matter how hard we try to stop them, they
still win.”
Saturday: ’Twas no
trick of the shadows. Will had definitely been brooding.
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