First, let me apologize to my WIPpeteers for not making it to anyone’s post last week. So NOT my norm.
Second, let me apologize to my ROW80ers for not posting on Sunday.
Now…this is probably going to be my last WIPpet for a couple weeks, because well, I’m getting married. Eeeek! So. I’ll be doing things (pun intended). T – 10 days.
Also, talk about everything happening at once, I have a release coming out on the 1st! *squeal* it’s the last book in the James Matthews series, assuming I never write the last one in my head that won’t come about for years. Ashes Fall is ends with a bang! I’ll post up links on Monday!
For my ROW80 update first.
1. Lovely, Dark, and Deep short story needs to be written by Aug 31st. 2k words a week. — I’m wavering on this. No time to write a whole new story, but I have one I can modify…it’s tempting to do that. I’ll know by tonight if I’ll be participating or not.
2. Post-Apocalyptic/Zombie short story needs to be written by Sept 27th. 2k words a week. — see my WIPpet!
3. Editing Fallen from Grace. 3 chapters a week.DONE!! I did this in a week. I wanted it done before the wedding.
Since my WIPpet didn’t go well last week…like at all…I’m switching it up. I will be writing this stupid post-apocalyptic story I’ve been avoiding. So I’m going to write for 5 minutes (2-7=5) the beginning of it. So…here we go.
It was hidden away in the dirt, covered with the grainy sand that never disappeared. The wind picked up and blew across the ground, exposing the white keys to the sun’s force. More sand flitted away, covering and the leaving the white keys cemented into the molded wood.
She touched it with her toe, upending one half of it until it broke. Bending down low, Tatyana ran two fingers over the ivory and pushed down until she could almost hear the sound in her head. She imagined it rang clear through the heavy wind picking up in the Dust Bowl. Raising her ring finger, she moved her hand and pressed down on the small black key right next to the white one. A half-step. Doo, doo, she hummed, her voice disappearing on the breeze. Back up with her pinky, she continued the tune in her head as her fingers left the broken piano keyboard.
Standing up straight and with a jerk, she looked down at the offending item. The first musical instrument she had come across since she was just a child, a child with her parents. Tatyana didn’t have to wipe away tears at the memories because none came. She no longer had tears for anything. Taking in a deep breath, she kicked the dark sand over the keyboard and stomped off.
She made it to the edge of the cliff before she turned back around and bent over the keyboard. The ivory could be good for trade. Swallowing, she reached down and pried off each key left. She pocketed them one by one, counting in her head until she reached twenty-three. She wouldn’t have been able to play the song she wanted even if she could.
Scoffing, Tatyana turned back and left the rotting wood on the ground. It’s use was limited and would only be good for a fire, something she avoided at all costs.