Another week, another Wednesday, and more WIP words. Today’s #1lineWed THEME is **FLOWERS** which goes with the month of May. You know that old chestnut, right? April showers bring May flowers. What to Mayflowers bring? … … *drum roll* PILGRIMS! Sorry. I couldn’t resist. Anyway, today’s snippet is short. It’s the beginning of a chapter, it ends on a little hook and anything more is a spoiler so…
Sade didn’t dream. Well, she probably did—all humans did. She just didn’t remember hers. Except this time. Because she had to be dreaming. She lived a crazy, fucked-up life and it had been crazier and more fucked up lately, but this? This was beyond the pale. Everywhere she turned, giant sunflowers blotted out a sky so blue it dazzled her eyes.
“Toto, we aren’t in Kansas anymore,” she muttered. She glanced around looking for her version of Dorothy’s intrepid canine companion. There was no sign of Caleb. She muttered some curses under her breath. This was a dream, right? Why in fucking hell would Caleb share her dreamscape?
“Think.” There had been a dream. Sinjen, in the armor of a Templar knight, standing on a beach in full sunshine. She woke up in the middle of an ancient stone circle. She’d walked…
She wriggled her toes, discovered she wore a favorite pair of serviceable leather boots. At least these boots were made for walking…
“Nope,” she decreed. “I’m not letting that particular earworm invade my head. There’s too much shit already fucking with me.”
She’d walked a mile or so and found a village with a train station. And now she was on a train. Fuck her. She had not had the best of luck with trains recently.
Turning in a circle, Sade picked a random direction and started walking. A playful breeze ruffled her hair and danced through the leaves and stalks of the colorful flowers. She caught a glimpse of black fur slinking along the next row. The cat was back.
Here, kitty-kitty-kitty. *bwa-ha-ha-ha* I am happy to note that I’ve complete 4 chapters since Sunday. Aaannddd, I’ve figured out where some orphan scenes belong (toward the end of the book) and am tooling along toward typing The End. All I have to figure out is how the bad guy actually gets his. In other news, I’m also laying groundwork for future books in the series. It’s a win-win. I will note that I still have no clue who the black cat is. And with that thought, back to work. Except I’m supposed to ask a question because all the social media gurus insist that doing so engages readers and gets them to interact. So, that’s my quesiton! If a blogger/poster asks a question, are more or less likely to comment.