Sunday, I didn’t get around to posting on my progress, so I will just give a brief update here before I get on with the real business of the day, WIPpet Wednesday!
The translation is coming along well again, now that I’ve that I’ve transferred the German into the correct file.
Given the time I need to devote to the translation, it seems to have been a wise decision to only shoot for a page a day of original work for the time being. Because I can proudly announce that I am exceeding my goal on that front. Last week, I managed 1800 words (barely over 250 a day *g*). The first two days of this week, I’ve gotten almost 1,000 words written. For now, I’m jumping back and forth between A Wasted Land and Amber’s story, as the mood strikes me.
I also submitted a short story to a traditional market again! I hadn’t done that for months. It wasn’t on my to-do list, but it’s been in the back of my brain for a long time, that I really have to get back to submitting short stories. So I think I’m going to add that to the list. I’ll shoot for one short story a week, I think. That really should be doable without too much time or trouble.
Now on to WIPpet Wednesday. My math today is easy: 1+15=16. I’m giving you 16 sentences from a scene in which Celemon is picking Cador’s brain about being Master of Horse:
Celemon walked the perimeter of one of the fenced pastures below the hill-fort of Dyn Draithou with Cador, feeling happier than she could have deemed possible just months ago, when she had learned publicly of Aurelius’s infidelity. August sun was warm on their backs, little Riona ran ahead of them, laughing, and Celemon was wearing her riding trousers, which always gave her a singular sense of freedom.
“I feel as if I am telling you no more than you already know,” Cador complained, but there was a smile in his friendly brown eyes.
“No, please, don’t stop!” Celemon said, laughing. “I have never actually run stables myself, I have only helped out. You were Arthur’s Master of Horse for a time. I need all the instruction you are willing to give.”
“Good. Then please stop me if I tell you too much about something you already know backward and forward.” Energetic Riona began climbing up to the top of the fence, and Cador laid a fatherly hand on her waist, to make sure he could grab her is she started tumbling over. “That’s far enough, Riona.”
He turned his attention back to Celemon, one eye still on his small daughter. “There are extensive stables in Caer Leon for the British forces already, but if Kustennin decides it is necessary to set up stables for the war horses closer to the lands Cerdic holds, there are several things you need to keep in mind when deciding on a site.”
“It’s hard to breed horses on a hilltop,” Celemon said with a smile.
Cador chuckled. “So you have heard that little saying of mine.”
WIPpet Wednesday is the brain child of K. L. Schwengel. If you’d like to participate, post an excerpt from your WIP on your blog, something that relates to the date in some way. Then add your link here — where you can also read the other excerpts.