I continue to be behind on just about everything, and this time the big excuse was the final harvest in the garden. On the weekend, we finally pulled out the tomato plants and brought whatever fruit was still on them home with us. And it was way more than I would have thought possible:
And this, mind you, in the middle of November in Germany! The temperatures have dropped quite a bit since, so it’s a good thing we pulled them when we did.
That means, however, that I have been spending more time cooking and canning than writing. Perhaps I should throw my hands in the air and the tomatoes in the garbage, but there’s something in me that finds that very hard to do. So instead, I made two batches of BBQ sauce from scratch, mild and hot, tomato chutney from both read and green tomatoes, dried tomatoes in olive oil, and pickled green tomatoes. Here’s the finished product(s):
As a result, I missed WIPpet Wednesday, but to make up, I’ll give you an excerpt on Thursday instead. (Ha! You’re not going to get out of it!) This snippet for 11/14 is 14 sentences from the 11th section (as now organized in Scrivener). Kustennin has gone looking for Celemon and found her in the headquarters building, where she is contemplating the Pendragon standards:
“Look at it,” Celemon said. “What is it really, other than a wide expanse of purple cloth?”
Kustennin joined her in front of the alcove, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “It’s a symbol — of Britain, of solidarity, of the things that make it worth it for us to stand together, even now, when Rome as our grandfathers knew it is no more.”
“But is it really worth all the death we have suffered?”
“This piece of cloth is not what caused all the death. It was the enemies who attacked our homes, killed our friends and relatives, and threatened to destroy our way of life.”
“Sometimes I wonder if death is not too high a price to pay for a way of life — or a piece of cloth. What good is a way of life if you are not there to live it?”
Kustennin could hardly believe he was hearing these words from Celemon, daughter of Cai, the man next to Bedwyr who had been Arthur’s most faithful companion, who had fought all his life for the idea Celemon was now calling into question.
The idea Cai had died for.
“You cannot mean that.”
She faced him. “Why not, Kustennin? Why not? How much is an idea really worth?”
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. 🙂