Riding down Golden Lane for #WIPpet Wednesday

Mea culpa! It’s been a while since I participated in a Round of Words or WIPpet Wednesday! The thing is, I just haven’t had the time to make the rounds of other bloggers, and if I can’t do that, I feel bad about posting.

So why have I been so busy? Well, I’m still not done with the translation, but it’s close now! I’ve also been doing a lot of experimenting with marketing, to try to lift my books out of obscurity. It’s working, kind of, but it takes a lot of time and effort. Finally, I’ve been prepping a novel idea for Nanowrimo, and I plan to dive in with lots of extra energy once the translation is finished — only a matter of days! In the meantime, I’ve managed to get a few pages done a day so I don’t fall too far behind. You can find me on the Nanowrimo site here. On Nano, I’m Specficrider if you want to be buddies!

On to WIPpet Wednesday. Weeks ago in Facets of Glass, we left Gaetano arriving in Prague and trying to find his way around. By now, he has found the Goldmakers’ Street (Golden Lane in real life). My math today for 11/4 is 1+1+4 = 6 paragraphs:

He found the Friedrich glass shop between two “Alchymista,” one selling gold and one selling potions. He wondered which of the two did better business. While bigger than most of the other houses on the street, the glassmaker’s establishment was much more modest than the Fenice Glassworks where Chiara Dragoni had once been a maestra glassmaker of Murano. Gaetano asked himself what made her flee from such wealth to such simple circumstances.
He dismounted, tied the reins of his mare to a post, and pushed open the door. A tinkling bell alerted someone in the back rooms of the shop of his arrival, and an older man with thinning hair hurried in in, wiping his hands on his apron. He said something in Czech or German, and Gaetano shook his head. “Do you speak Italian?” he asked in that language.
“Only a little bit,” the man said in strongly accented Italian. “I will get someone to help you.”
Gaetano nodded his thanks. “Grazie.”
The old man disappeared through the doorway. Soon the curtain twitched again, and a young woman appeared, smiling pleasantly — at least until she saw him.
Chiara Dragoni — lost in the lagoon of Venice, and found again in a small glass shop in Prague.

Golden Lane, Prague
Golden Lane (Goldmakers’ Street) in Prague

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.

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3 thoughts on “Riding down Golden Lane for #WIPpet Wednesday”

  1. I’m somewhat behind in blogging, too – between out of state travel and the elderly laptop I don’t want to move from room to room (which made working while chatting far less likely), Halloween shopping and doctor’s appointments for the younger Burtons, things are still a little unsettled. I’m hoping to find my groove, at least in part, by Sunday…

    I wonder what the interaction between Gaetano and Chiara will be like. So far, I’m enjoying the way translation is even here in this draft! May you soon be done with that, though, and on to NaNoing. If we’re not already friends there, I am Cthia (which is Vulcan, btw, so yet another language).

  2. Excellent WIPpet, Ruth. Your description is wonderful.

    I feel the same way about blog hops like ROW80 and WIPpet Wednesday; if I can’t make the rounds to comment, I feel guilty. I’ve managed to keep up with ROW80, but I had to let go of WIPpet Wednesday.

    I’m curious to hear which marketing strategies are working best for you.

    Good luck with NaNo!

    1. Thanks, Denise!

      I have to admit, I long ago gave up on trying to keep up with everyone on the blog hops. I post to those I’ve established some kind of virtual relationship with, like you, 🙂 and on occasion I post to random others. I also try to reply to all who have posted to my blog.

      But when I know even that little bit will be too much work for me, that’s when I don’t post at all.

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