Welcome friends and neighbors to another awesome weekend. Why is it awesome? Because with the weekend comes posts from the Weekend Writing Warriors, a group of authors who post exactly eight sentences of their work and link back to the WeWriWa website. Click on the picture at the left or the link above to visit the site and find the list filled with literary deliciousness for your enjoyment!
Side note: there is something terribly odd going on with the font formatting on my website. I may have to contact someone about it.
As previously mentioned, I am switching back to my historical work-in-progress (The DeFord Chronicles, Part II) for the new year. The goal is to finally get the first draft finished, and if I'm very lucky, get it published before the end of 2014. Given that it's been a while since I posted from this one, I considered going back to the beginning, but decided random scrolling is way more fun. This week's excerpt is brought to you be stir-crazy mothers everywhere (hang in there--school will start again soon!) and by Chapter 21.
In this excerpt, young Prince Dimitri is delighting in the company of a young woman to whom he has lost his heart. He has yet to find a way to tell Lilia of his feelings however, and fears that she might not return his regard.
She was to him the essence of feminine perfection—a model of maidenly virtue and beauty. Her modesty was unequalled by any at court, and he should know, he had spent his life among young ladies who seemed to think his brother Nicholas and himself the sole ambition in life worth attaining. Lilia was not aware of her own appeal, and that in and of itself he found utterly charming. She did not see the way her eyes lit when she heard a beautiful piece of music. She did not know that her skin glowed in the light of candles. She did not seem to think herself particularly lovely, and her ears, which the prince found charming, she considered to be her greatest visible flaw. Lilia thought her hair a tedious shade of dark brown and her eyes unremarkable. But to Dimitri she had tresses like the coat of the most beautiful horse he had ever seen, and her gaze was expressive beyond words, the color of those speaking orbs seeming to him a mixture of amber and wild honey.
Poor Dimitri. His thoughts are so poetic, but when he opens his mouth around Lilia, he's rather less eloquent. That's all from me this week. See you around the blogs!
Kate
Side note: there is something terribly odd going on with the font formatting on my website. I may have to contact someone about it.
As previously mentioned, I am switching back to my historical work-in-progress (The DeFord Chronicles, Part II) for the new year. The goal is to finally get the first draft finished, and if I'm very lucky, get it published before the end of 2014. Given that it's been a while since I posted from this one, I considered going back to the beginning, but decided random scrolling is way more fun. This week's excerpt is brought to you be stir-crazy mothers everywhere (hang in there--school will start again soon!) and by Chapter 21.
In this excerpt, young Prince Dimitri is delighting in the company of a young woman to whom he has lost his heart. He has yet to find a way to tell Lilia of his feelings however, and fears that she might not return his regard.
She was to him the essence of feminine perfection—a model of maidenly virtue and beauty. Her modesty was unequalled by any at court, and he should know, he had spent his life among young ladies who seemed to think his brother Nicholas and himself the sole ambition in life worth attaining. Lilia was not aware of her own appeal, and that in and of itself he found utterly charming. She did not see the way her eyes lit when she heard a beautiful piece of music. She did not know that her skin glowed in the light of candles. She did not seem to think herself particularly lovely, and her ears, which the prince found charming, she considered to be her greatest visible flaw. Lilia thought her hair a tedious shade of dark brown and her eyes unremarkable. But to Dimitri she had tresses like the coat of the most beautiful horse he had ever seen, and her gaze was expressive beyond words, the color of those speaking orbs seeming to him a mixture of amber and wild honey.
Poor Dimitri. His thoughts are so poetic, but when he opens his mouth around Lilia, he's rather less eloquent. That's all from me this week. See you around the blogs!
Kate
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