We’re Not in Kansas Anymore…

Yet again, I find myself apologizing for dropping off of the face of the earth.

Yet again, it’s because I’ve been extremely busy. Unfortunately, some of that business has been because both my son and I got sick, but some of that business has also been for really good reasons. Specifically, my husband got a new job, which is awesome, my son has turned one, and we’re in the middle of buying our first house, which is exciting and scary all at the same time. Mostly it’s just exciting though; we’ve been living with my in-laws for the past year, and while I’m grateful for everything they’ve done for us, it was way past time for us to be on our own again. 

 (One year old!!! Can you believe it!!!)

Despite the chaos, I have been able to get a bit of writing done. It’s all been on my other projects though – the ones I plan to publish under a pen name because they’re very adult in nature. But at least it’s something, right?

Continuing on the subject of writing, do you know what day it is? Yup, WIPpet Wednesday!

WIPpet Wednesday is where writers share a snippet of what they are working on that somehow relates to the date. Since today is July 29th, I’ll be sharing 18 lines (7+2+9=18) from The Descendants. This takes place shortly after my last snippet, which you can read here.

For a moment, Vivian had hoped that perhaps they had been discovered by reenactors. Really dedicated reenactors like the men she had seen at the fake civil war battles held around President Lincoln’s birthday. They were still speaking in what she assumed was Latin, based on the togas they were wearing – though every now and then she could catch a word of English here and there – and their garments were hand sewn, and the dirt on their skin was real dirt not fuller’s earth or some other powdered make up.

But if they were reenactors, then why had they tied them up? Sure the civil war soldiers sometimes had teased Vivian and her friends about how they were old enough to be married – but they had never actually dragged them off in front of a preacher.

And off in the distance, loomed the mountain with its two peaks.

What the hell was happening here?

Well it was best to start with the basics she supposed. Chewing on her lip she asked, “Where are we?”

“Based on what I’ve overheard,” Tesni nodded at the giant and his skinny companion leading the cart and its mule team. “We’re somewhere near Herculaneum.”

“Where is that?”

“Ever heard of Pompeii? It’s near there.” 

Well that explained the ominous mountain. “How the hell did we end up in Italy?”

“I thought we had already covered that. You did something and screwed the plan up.”

To read more WIPpet Wednesday posts, go here.

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12 thoughts on “We’re Not in Kansas Anymore…

  1. ReGi McClain says:

    Blah! That would be frightening. I do not envy your characters. Nope. Nuh-uh. This is one adventure I’m content to watch from here.

    Also, my dad is a Civil War reenactor, so I found that reference particularly amusing.

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      • ReGi McClain says:

        My kids got to see Grandfather Sir and his squad fire their cannons while for the first time while we were down there. Those poor guys were done up in their full costumes and working in the heat. It was very cool, though.

        Which ren faire do you go to? The one I went to in CA was… ridiculously lecherous. I went, sans costume, with my sister, her friend, and her friend’s mom when I was a teen. We passed a booth selling hair things and the guys asked to use my hair for a demo (I had a yard of hair at the time). The whole time, they made erection jokes relating to handling my hair, obvious maternal presence notwithstanding. It was… not comfortable.

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      • ceeleeolson says:

        We go to the Southern California Renaissance Faire – which is the biggest one down here and the original. It may have been the faire you went to. It’s mellowed down a lot now that it’s on Federal land though.

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      • ceeleeolson says:

        BTW, I am really bummed that we couldn’t meet up while you were down here, but that cold that hit the boyo and I was no fun.

        But, in a weird little twist, now that we’re over it my husband and I have noticed that the boy is no longer wheezing, and his squeak is gone!

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      • ReGi McClain says:

        Yay!!!! That’s wonderful! Maybe his immune system kicked something else while it was busy kicking the cold. 🙂 And, happily, we visit CA every few years, so I’m sure another opportunity will come up if you plan to stay put for a bit. (Guessing so, given the home buying – congratulations, by the way. 🙂 )

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