Wednesday, April 7, 2010

What's Happening Now?

Wow, has another week really gone by? Time sure does fly when you're having fun! Wait – you are having fun, aren't you?

Well, I hope you've made room for work and play this week, and I trust that you've seen a little more progress with your current writing projects.

'Cause, whether we like it or not, it's that time again – time for our midweek update – a chance for characters to reveal their current whereabouts. In this way, authors can share what's happening within their stories by speaking through their characters' unique voices.

So, let's hear it, characters. It's time to share your joys, your woes, your dreams, or whatever else is on your mind – and hopefully, by revealing where you are in your story, you'll help inspire your authors to keep moving forward with theirs.

Remember, this is for characters only!

6 comments:

Kaelin said...

We're all off on a mission. Incommunicado for a few days.

Nutmeg Cross said...

Good luck, Kaelin!

Candy said...

Limbo is where I am right now as my silly author helps another character, in a mystery no less,get in and out of trouble.Easter got in the way too, as Sunday's usually my day so next week I should have moved on. Good luck, Kaelin, I hope you're not on the dark side of the moon.

Marenya said...

Marenya was drawn back to consciousness by the groaning of the lid being pried off the crate. She didn’t open her eyes, but lay stunned with the shock of reawakening. The air pouring in was icy compared to the crate’s stifling warmth and she was suddenly seized with cramp, causing her to cry out. She heard Harth curse. “This was absolutely unnecessary! What would Chalmeth say if she died in there?”

“It was his orders.”

“Then he’s a bigger fool than I thought, and I’ll tell him that to his face. No! I’ll get her.”

She felt herself being gently hauled up, and gasped as her limbs unfolded. Opening her eyes, she saw that it was night and they were on the dark grounds of a castle. They must have arrived at Crikhaven. They were near the kitchens; she could smell the leftover smells of the day’s cooking. The keep loomed up beside them, blocking the moon...

At last they reached the landing, which led to a turret room. Harth shoved the door open and took her inside. It was sparsely furnished, with a bed that stood out against the wall rather than the usual cabinet style. The linens and curtains were all pale yellow and unadorned, and the walls were bare stone. A sick room, isolated and little-used, perfect for concealing a prisoner.

Aidan said...

Oh oh oh, our author wrote us a new beginning. You guys can see what you think. She made us tougher and more "today" whatever that means---

I hear muffled moaning through the cheap door, one of those hollow 70s jobs with a button lock you can open with a paperclip. My brother and his chick de jour ignores my knock.
Kaelin, I telepath.

"Go away." Kae sounds kind of choked, like he's right in the middle of something. Can't imagine what.

Let me in, I 'path.

Kinda busy here—

It's important.

Business.

Seven hells, Aidan. Just go away.

I'm thinking happy thoughts her way, I tell him. She's going to start wondering why you think her ass is so big. She's going to be all sad when she realizes you think she's sloppy seconds. Puts a girl right out of the mood--

Five minutes. All I need. Five, he 'paths back, something he'd never admit out loud.

I bang on the door with the side of my fist again and wish for a Jack and Coke. I can still taste my last three on my tongue. Should have brought one for the road when I found out about Dad. Shock and grief edge in and I bang it away by pounding on the door again.

Something crashes to the ground inside and Kae curses and stumbles his way to the door. He means to crack it but I shove through.

Kae doesn't bother with the hands in front of the crotch action. All I have to do to see his package is look in the mirror, after all, since we're twins. The girl, who does not have a fat ass, yanks her covers up to her chin.

Kae slams me against the wall and jams his fist in my stomach, making me cough. I shove back, but Kaelin holds me still and snarls at me, letting his inner demon show. Even in the dim light, I can see his white eyelashes against his tanned skin. Little lines edge his eyes and his mouth. For twenty-three, he's looking old.

For a demi-demon, he's looking as old as he's ever going to look.

I lift my chin at the girl. "Heyya, darling. Can I borrow my bro?"

She sits up, spilling all kinds of awesome out of the sheet, and looks at us.

"If you promise to come back," she says. "Both of you."

What she's thinking…I'm game even if Kaelin isn't. But I can't summon a grin because we can't come back. We're going to be too busy finding the demon who killed our dad.

Ginger said...

I like the way your author has woven background details into the new opening, Aidan.

Marenya is blushing, by the way. I think she is too shocked to reply.

Our author says to tell you that, now that she has a laptop, she is going to go to Starbuck's and write a sex scene, in your author's honor.

I wonder who will be in it? Should be interesting.

By the way, she's having a virtual tea party at her blog, so feel free to stop by, in character or as your authors.

ChristinesCottage