RoW80
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The soft voice, the privacy of the question, and the fact that Taluin had tried to brush the hair out of his eyes all made Locke smile a little. ‘Yes,’ he said quietly, followed by a few more coughs, ‘I’m fine.’” It’s hard to believe we’re practically halfway through January already, especially since the weather…
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“A voice rose up over the howling wind; another voice responded. Locke could make out neither of them, which he hoped meant that no one could hear his small whimper.” One always hears about how quickly New Years Resolutions wind up getting broken, usually within the first weeks of setting them, and I’m sad to…
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Ahhh, all is right in the world. A new Round has begun at A Round of Words in 80 Days, which means it’s time for a Wednesday check-in! It just seems right and proper, having a check-in on Wednesdays again. I don’t think I’ve fully gotten back into the “regular world” mindset of the post-holiday…
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Yesterday, I talked about my goals for the year in general; today, we narrow our focus a little bit to a mere slice of the year, the next Round of Words in 80 Days, which starts today and runs through March 22nd, just two days before my birthday. So, clearly, there will need to be…
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Congratulations to everyone on making it to the year 2012! If we follow all that ancient Mayan propaganda, it might just be our last year, so I hope everyone plans on making the most of it. I know I’ve got a lot of big plans for this coming year, which is what this post today…
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“‘That’s fair enough,’ Taluin allowed with a smile, wrought with a fondness that made Locke shift in his saddle. ‘Your bloodline has deep, deep roots in that land, Locke. It’s no wonder you’re out of place here.’” Happy Wednesday, everyone! Wednesday means another RoW80 update, though there is not much to report. I have been…
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“Looking at Estialog and his tired eyes, his hunching shoulders, the intricate lines across his sallow, grey skin, Gilferen realized that Knolan was not nearly as old as he and Locke made him out to seem. It was merely that they were so young.” Fellow readers, RoWers, and enthusiasts, brace yourself. I’m about to deliver…
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“‘Temperamental?’ asked Jaxson, who didn’t know any better, his voice dripping with his sarcasm. ‘I know our young Gilferen here has a penchant for putting fire in women’s hearts, but this easily exceeds any prior scorned lovers thus far. What’d he do, love? Nasty disease, was it?’” Though this Sunday seems distinctly lacking in sun…
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It’s December 1st, and I did not win NaNoWriMo this year, just as I have not won it in the past three years that I’ve made the effort. I have to admit, though, I made a hell of a good showing and got much more dedicated, focused, and further along than I have in any…
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“And so they continued up the gradual slope toward the stables, while Gilferen contended with the knot of dread in his stomach. It wasn’t exactly the gobbits that caused it, or even the dangers and discomfort of the desert ahead of them. It was just a good, old-fashioned bad feeling and he glanced toward the…
L.S. Engler 