Old Friends...

I confess, I haven't written very much this week. I did get some writing done last week, mostly on that other project, and then on Thursday or Friday I rediscovered my Nook. It had been packed away in one of the bags we took with us on our trip to Washington. While charging it I remembered I had loaded it up with a bunch of books prior to leaving on said trip, and sat down to see what was there, and... well... the rest is history!

I demolished Dragonwriter in two days. It was a lovely book containing some beautiful anecdotes and memories about Anne McCaffrey, who was one of my favorite authors growing up. However, I have to warn you that reading it while pregnant is NOT a good idea. Thanks to pregnancy hormones I cry at anything even remotely moving right now (Like commercials, or the last half of Once Upon a Time's midseason finally) and this book turned me into a red eyed and red nosed mess.

After that I started on Curtsies & Conspiracies by Gail Carriger. I loved the Parasol Protectorate series, and the Finishing School quartet is set in that same world - only about twenty years earlier. The only downside is that the Finishing School novels are shorter, so I read through them like that *snaps fingers*. They also, sadly, are released about a year a part, so once you finish them, you have to wait and wait and wait... But, thankfully, Gail Carriger has a new series starting next year, that's also set in the same world, only twenty years (give or take) after Parasol Protectorate.

Currently I'm rereading The Blue Sword by Robin McKinley. I first read it in junior high, and it's one of my go to books when I want to read something but I don't want to read something new (The Dragonriders of Pern also falls into this category.)

Work is going quite well. They finally moved my coworker and I over to the new project, and we've spent the past couple of days in training. Our old boss still likes to bother us here and there, but we should be moving desks to a different location soon.

The baby is growing. The first trimester ultrasound went well, and the baby is normal... and a little bit of a diva. It cooperated with the ultrasound tech for about ten minutes, just enough for them to get the measurements they needed, and then promptly turned it's back on the tech - and no poking or prodding from the tech could get it to turn around again. It is very much our child! Only another month or so till the next ultrasound, when we can find out what it is, and stop calling it 'it'.

And now for WIPpet Wednesday!

Since today is 3/12/14, here are twelve-ish sentences from my fanfic, Between Two Worlds. This scene takes place in chapter 16 (well before Norah and Domick have their kiss). A mysterious woman approaches their stand at the faire, wearing clothing that Domick has never seen before (though it's actually typical garb for most of the belly dancers at the faire I go to... and it's really damn comfortable to wear even if it is a lot of layers!)

Anywho, on with the show!

It was shortly after noon when a woman dressed unusually, even by Pembroke standards, approached the booth. Her gown was loose and long and black. Slits ran up either side of the garment to her waist, revealing that she wore striped pantaloons underneath that billowed around her legs as she walked. A short red vest and a matching belt topped off the ensemble, holding the gauzy material against her body. Her hair hung down behind her in a twisting mass of rope like tendrils. 

“Hello,” She leaned against the counter, messing up the stickers Domick had recently sorted with her long, wide sleeves. “Is Norah here?”

“That’s me.” Norah introduced herself. “What can I help you with?”

“Fancy sent me. She said you’re a dancer and might be interested in joining our merry band.”

What could the mystery woman be up to?

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