An Elusive Glory

20 July 2013

week three questions
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Were you able to meet (or exceed!) your goal this week?

I did not write 7,000 words, as was my original goal, but I did settle into a habit of writing a little every day. I've been doing a lot of organizing in Rifles this week — filling plot holes, tying events together, rearranging chapters so they make more sense. Much of my time has been spent in Kenneth's head, which can be both intriguing and moody by turns. In some respects, I'd rather move on ahead to the scenes that have yet to be written, but I'm hoping early organization will make for a smoother editing process. (Hoping being the operative word here.)

Where did you get the bulk of your writing accomplished? In the quiet of your room, outside on the patio, on the bus?

Mostly in my room, which has a nice little desk at which I can type away on the laptop — that is, when either Bree or I bother to remove the stacks of books and writing notebooks that seem to eternally occupy it. 

Share a couple of your favorite snippets!

How can a body accomplish a single task when you are forever banging away at those keys? It’s enough to drive any sane person mad.”
“No one’s ever accused you of being sane, so I’d hazard you’re safe.”
Rifles in the South Field

Kenneth pretended to be distracted by the broken twigs he was dropping casually into the rushing water below. In truth, he didn’t know how to answer. Would he enlist? Would he cast his lot with the rest of his countrymen for an elusive glory that affected him little? Would he spill his own blood on a foreign battlefield, making an offering of it on the altar of king and country?
Would he die for a cause in which he put no faith?
Rifles in the South Field

Staring into the sun only managed to give him a wretched headache, nothing more, so he eventually gave up. It was pointless trying to wage battle against one who had lived eons and had not been displaced from his radiant throne once in all that time. He was nothing to it. His presence could threaten it no more than the stone he was kicking around in the dust at his feet could threaten the chalk-white cliffs of Dover. None of them meant anything. They were all links in the same perpetual chain, serving a master who neither knew them nor cared for them.
Rifles in the South Field

Have you introduced a new character into your story? Tell us about his/her personality.

No new characters, per say, but Eva (formerly Jemima) Hughes has received a new name and a much more dimensional personality. Since I plan to go into more depth about her in a post next week, I'll leave it at that for now.

List the favorite foods of your main characters.

Susannah is partial to Aunt Nelly's baked apple pudding, a mouthwatering dessert famous throughout the county. Kenneth, though he rarely wastes a thought on food outside of the dining room, doesn't often refuse the steaming plates of duck, mutton, and turkey that the Hughes' cook serves up.

Introduce us to the antagonist in your story. Does he/she prefer crunchy or creamy peanut butter?

My antagonist is staying under wraps for the moment (it's more fun that way, right?), but I will go so far as to state that he hasn't tasted peanut butter in his life and probably wouldn't care for it if he had.

1 epistles:

  1. those snippets, Elizabeth... they are of a bewitching quality of which I am quite awed by. I want to read more! They are so vivid and interesting.



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