I was at a writer’s conference last week. I love them because they recharge my creative batteries but hate that it takes me so long to get everything back to normal afterwards. But, here I am, trying my best 🙂
This week’s sample is from the same WIP I have been sharing. I got a lot of work done on it this weekend and while I might not know exactly how it all ends, I have a better idea. This little scene occurs just after the one I shared last time. Olivia has been kidnapped and she doesn’t really know who or why, she also isn’t handling it all that well.
Three days passed and Olivia allowed not a word, a morsel of food or drop of drink to pass her lips. She feared that if she allowed herself to do anything more than sit and think then she would begin to cry and there would be no way of stopping it. On a normal day, Olivia hated to cry, she never saw much point in it. In her present company, she hated the idea even more. Grant—she refused to call him Master Thatcher even in her head, as he had instructed to her—had made up the silence by explaining to Olivia in more detail who The Enlightened Hand was. She would never admit the society intrigued her, especially now that she knew it was real and not just a cautionary tale.
By the time the third night was almost upon them Olivia was sore, her butt hurt from sitting in the carriage for so long, her legs ached, begging that she stretch them. Even though Grant had allowed her to sleep in the carriage at night, she had still refused to stretch out, choosing instead to remain in the tense, angry ball she’d curled into as they had driven away from her home.
Grant called for them to stop for the night and Olivia heard the men prepare the area for a camp. Even stopped, her mind was full of an endless beat, the echo of horse hooves trotting over rocky terrain. She closed her eyes and her heart matched the rhythm of the phantom hoof beats. How had she lost everything that was important to her, and so quickly? If devastation were food, she’d be full.
There we are I’ll have to promise any one who is reading to have a sexier, more upbeat snippet next time!
Now, onto the rest of the blog hoppers!
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Welcome back, Sadie. So happy you had a good time at your conference. I too just got back on Tuesday Morning from an author retreat and know how you feel about getting back into the swing.
I really enjoyed your snippet today. Olivia is quite the stubborn little lady isn’t she? I found it difficult to sleep on the airplane while traveling, I can’t imagine sleeping in a sitting position in a carriage for 3 days.
I’m looking forward to more of Grant and how he deals with her. ☺
Thank you! It is fun doing these snippets, especially while I am writing the end, it helps keep it grounded I think 😀
Great snippet. Very descriptive. I felt weary and achy just reading this. 🙂
Thank you! I’ve been on flights that felt like three days! Luckily they were smooth
I just went to a writer’s conference too Sadie! I know what you mean about it recharging your creative batteries!! Great snippet, I love how detailed it was! 🙂
Thanks! Workshops are great for that. Though, they are also soooooo tiring
How intriguing, Sadie 🙂 I’m glad I stopped in to read this week
Thank you! Always good to see you about! (Does that make me sound like a social media stalker??)