Sunday, May 25, 2014

Summary Sunday

My sister is visiting this week and next, plus I was sick one day (I know, excuses, excuses!), so my work on Lucianna's story has slowed down a bit, but I did get four days of minimized writing in to keep the story advancing. Here is a fresh sampling of where the story is going!

Monday: Sir Balduin reached for Lucianna’s nearest hand, the one she still had balled into a fist. She flung it behind her back in a panic.

Tuesday: (sick - blah)

Wednesday: “And see! He is a slob as well, I will forever be picking up after him.” In truth, the disorder of Sir Balduin’s chamber had somewhat dismayed Lucianna.

Thursday: “I believe I have some say in this matter, sir,” Sir Balduin said to Serafino with a fierceness that startled Lucianna.

Friday: (Lucianna): I will lose him either way. Better one swift, searing break than to watch the long, slow withering of his love.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

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Sunday, May 18, 2014

Summary Sunday

I made better progress with Lucianna's story this week. A particularly fun episode to write was an exchange between my hero, Sir Balduin, and Triston's young son, Perrin. I've only included two snippets of that scene here, but I look forward to sharing it with you in full when the story is finished. :-)

Monday: (Seven year old Perrin to Sir Balduin): “One day Papa suggested that Siri was eating too many sweets and Siri burst into tears and said, ‘I am not fat, I am having a baby,’ and Papa said, ‘That is not what I meant—’, but I never found out what he did mean because he just started apologizing until Siri quit crying, and then she apologized too, and then they looked at each other all goggly eyed—you know, the way you and Lady Lucianna used to look at each other—and the next thing I knew they were kissing, so I left the room.”

Tuesday: (Seven year old Perrin to Sir Balduin again): “Father Michel said it is not refined for a baron’s son, but he won’t let me swear, either. I have to say something when I am vexed. So I say bah.”

Wednesday: Serafino appeared to be trying to charm Siri with one of his angelic smiles and some words that flowed from his lips in those same enchanting accents that Lucianna spoke in.

Thursday: The symbol had suddenly become dear to Sir Balduin again on the day he had asked Lucianna to be his wife. As he had let out his anxiously suspended breath at her blushing assent, the obscure future he had grown to envision for himself suddenly took on vibrant meaning at his anticipation of sharing his life with her.

Friday: (Serafino to Sir Balduin): My sister may be, shall we say, a little beyond the bloom of youth, but she is still a maiden whose virtue I consider myself honor bound to defend.”

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Summary Sunday

I only got four days of work in on Lucianna's story this week, but four days is still progress! Here is a new sampling of sentences for her story:

Monday: Lucianna stared at Serafino and the wooden plate in his hands, heaped with roast venison in a sauce that smelled of pepper, a chicken pasty, and a pork tart, all topped with a kidney stew that was surely soaking the pasty and tart shells to mush.

Tuesday: The abbess herself had christened the babe Lucianna for she had been discovered on the bitter cold morn of Saint Lucia’s Day.

Thursday: Lucianna had called Sir Balduin many things in an attempt to drive a wedge between them, but she had never called him that! “Did he say I called him a buffoon?”

Friday: She, Lucianna, who had always been called tigress, fury, spitfire, even once by an overawed suitor in her youth, an Amazon for her bold, fiery ways, had in truth been a pathetic, selfish, frightened child to have allowed Serafino to manipulate her so shamefully for nearly thirty years.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Summary Sunday

I'm making a little extra progress with Lucianna's story while I'm waiting for the final beta reads of The Lady and the Minstrel to come in. Lucianna's story will probably slow down again when I go back to revisions on L&M, but until then I've been giving her a little extra time.

Here are some new sentences from her story this week.

Monday: Lucianna parted her lips to deny that she had had anything to do with the dish, but Sir Balduin preempted her with a robust smacking sound that followed a morsel of chicken he had chewed and swallowed.

Tuesday: Poetry, like Italian, dismayed him, though, making him question his wits when he faltered, upsetting the confidence in his intelligence he realized he’d always taken for granted in plainspoken conversations.

Wednesday: “Foxy hair? Milky smile? You are not only drunk, you are an atrociously bad poet.”

Thursday: Sir Balduin did not see how he could redeem himself after this disaster, yet he could not prevent the return of a fresh flutter of hope at Serafino’s words.

Friday: It was Lucianna’s tigress nature Sir Balduin had come to love, once he had realized it stemmed not from dignity or pride or disdain as had first appeared, but from a fiery protectiveness for those she cherished with a dauntless passion.