No original posts from me last week — I was too busy preparing for the Villa Diodati workshop, reading the stories for critique and whipping the beginning of A Wasted Land into shape. It was wonderful, but more on that in a separate post.
I’ve decided to do Nanowrimo after all this year, and will “use” it to hopefully finish A Wasted Land. Yes, I know that’s against the rules, but anything to spur me on, right? 🙂 Right now, the novel is at almost exactly 25,000 words, which will make it very easy to calculate whether I get the 50,000 words in the month of November written. And I’m pretty sure that with another 50,000 words, I will have a complete first draft.
So I’m putting it aside temporarily. In the meantime, I will be working on brainstorming and writing the next two books in the Glassmakers Trilogy. For that reason, I’m returning to Island of Glass for WIPpet Wednesday this week.
Since it’s October, and I’m not in the mood for doing a lot of creative math, 🙂 I’m giving you ten short paragraphs from the novella:
They came around a corner on the quay — only to be confronted by a commotion ahead, near one of the main wharves on Murano.
Chiara laid a hand on Pasquale’s arm and pointed down the canal. “Look, something seems to be wrong.”
He too had already noticed and was squinting against the sun in the direction she indicated.
“Those are our relatives,” he said, taking her hand. “Come on!”
As they ran down the fondamenta, Chiara realized he was right. A number of their uncles and aunts and cousins were pacing along the quay and gesticulating wildly. Even from this distance, she could hear raised voices.
Chiara’s unease grew the closer they got. Now she could see that her family members seemed to be pleading with, or cursing — or both — soldiers wearing the uniform of the Princes of Foscari. The most powerful family in the Council of Ten, the governing body of nobles who ruled the Empire of Venice. The soldiers, however, ignored the combined hysteria of Dragoni and Garzoni, and were boarding a boat that stood at the wharf.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Chiara called out as soon as they were within hearing distance.
Her aunt Ilaria hurried over to them and pulled her into a tearful embrace. “Your uncle Gianfranco!”
Chiara felt sweat break out on the palms of her hands, and she took a deep breath. “Is he dead?”
“No, no, no!” Uncle Massimo cried. “Worse! He has been arrested!”
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. 🙂