This week’s WIPpet Wednesday*, 6/14/2017, comes from Surrogate: Hunted, which currently resides in a mysterious land named Edits.
The math: Chapter 20 (6 + 14), the first 17 lines
Warning: contains strong language and violence
The Cycalk man roared as he threw Etain to the ground.
Written in 2001, this poem reflects my dreams and hopes for my daughter when she was young.
AND SHE RAN
And she ran…
Like no one before
Hair in her eyes
As she burst out that door
If a Sci-Fi novel is to be believable, every world within it should be both relatable and fantastic, so I spent significant time world-building in Surrogate.
That said, here are ten facts about Takran, one of the three worlds detailed in Surrogate. (Okay, so I am a total Sci-Fi nerd girl for writing this, but an author must know her world(s) in considerable detail)
NOTE: This list contains information concerning Takran’s solar system, atmosphere, and geography. The rest, and there is a lot to cover, must wait for later posts.
Teens of all humanoid species, I learned from my own youth and through my children, (two of three are now in their twenties) can be pains in adult backsides. Brigit Feney, Etain Ixtii’s god daughter in Surrogate: Hunted, is no exception. My WIPpet Wednesday* this week (6/7/2017) comes from Chapter Six, the first twenty-four paragraphs (7+17 in WIPpet math), which isn’t nearly as much content as you’d think.
“Brigit with you?” asked Merch as soon as Etain opened her hand-held. Dresh stood beside Merch in a tank top and sleep sarong, her hair loose about her face, softening her features.
“Brigit? No.” Etain rubbed her eyes. “Why?” She glanced at the clock. Three in the morning palace time. She slid from Leigheas’ arms, out of their nest, and tip-toed to the main room so she wouldn’t wake their cubs.
I hope to post a new poem on my site every week. Having a schedule should help keep me on track.
You lose my lab order
Give no refill though I ask
Five times over
Then say I should avoid stress
That it’s bad for my health
You maim my insurance
And short my medication
Half a month at double charge
Then say I look tired
That I need more rest
With you both
But I’ll die if I walk away