Home of a mother, wife, writer

A bit of a weird start to the week. Went to bed early(as in about 8) Sunday night and was up nice and early Monday morning. Got a good bit of writing done before kids were up. Even started to Tuesday’s words that night. I stayed up later that night(you know, 9). And for some reason, fell back asleep after my alarm went off the next morning. It was after 5 when I woke up, and I could already hear the kids up. No writing done in the morning. Then, I didn’t think the boy was going to take a nap that afternoon. He did finally fall asleep a little before 2. I was able to finish my writing for the day before I had to get the girl off the bus. Finished everything on my list by 8:30. But, didn’t start on anything else. This morning I was up early again, worked on two of the WiPs. So, it really all evens out. And our tax return was deposited yesterday, which meant I spent my time(after writing) this morning getting caught up on bills. So, that was fun…or not.

Cordelia has more pressing worries than bills, like trying to save Elijah’s life, since she is convinced he’s innocent. Of course, he’s already been convicted and sentenced to hang. So, she’s ridden out to one of the cattle camps outside town to hopefully find someone who saw what really happened. So, 28 lines(2+26) as Cordelia’s horse nearly unseats her.

I started to slide out of the saddle and had to grab onto the horn to keep from falling. Just as I was losing the battle a hand reached out and grabbed the reins.

“Whoa.” I heard a few other words. Something about the voice seemed familiar, but I couldn’t place it. Then, he was putting a hand on my arm for just a brief second. “You all right, Ma’am?”

I nodded and took control of the reins again. “Yes, thank you. He just got away from me.” I looked down at my savior and thought I must be dreaming. Elijah was still in a cell back in town. My confusion cleared when I realized this was definitely not Elijah. He had the same shape to his face, the same eyes, same hair. But, he was older. His face was harder, there were more lines there. “Daniel?”

His stance shifted, becoming more rigid, his eyes more suspicious. “What do you want?”

“We thought you had died in the war. Do your parents know? Does Elijah? Why didn’t you ever go home?”

“Whoa. Slow down, girl. Who are you anyway?”

That stopped me. He’d been gone for more than six years. Of course he didn’t recognize me. “Cordelia Morton. My pa owned the store in town.”

He shook his head and a grin spread across his face. “Can’t be. You’re just a little girl, not this.”

“I grew up too, Daniel.” Then, I sobered. “Seriously though, do your parents know? I thought it would kill your Ma when you never came home.”

“Pa told me I was no longer welcome here.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched as he clenched it, just like Elijah’s always did. That had me nearly doubling over again. He apparently saw my distress because he reached out for me again. “What’s wrong?”

“Elijah. Haven’t you heard?”

“Heard what? I just met with him the other day. He wanted me to turn the herd around. I don’t have that much pull though.”

I choked on a sob. “He’s in jail. He’s been accused of murder. They’re going to hang him in the morning, Daniel.”

“What?” The single word came out as nearly a growl.

“They said he rode into one of the camps and killed a cowboy. I don’t know which one though.” I suddenly realized how dumb my plan had been. How was I supposed to prove his innocence when I didn’t even know which camp those cowboys had come from. There was more than one rancher herding cattle up here.

“When? When did he do this?”

“He didn’t. I know he didn’t do it. Henry Vickers is trying to set him up, trying to get him out of the way. And destroy me.”

“When did they say he did it?”

I had to close my eyes and try to sort through the last days. Charlotte had drugged me after they brought him in, and the last couple days had melded together. It made it hard to separate them. “Tuesday,” I said. “They said he did it Tuesday.”

He shook his head. “He was with me most of that day. He couldn’t have done this.”

 

I’ve actually been thinking of rewriting this in third person, or at least adding Elijah’s point-of-view to the story. Since otherwise, Daniel comes in out of the blue. Even though I planned this from almost the beginning(even plotter-me gets new ideas for the story as I write).  Not sure what I’m going to do right now though.

  • Slow Revenge: Work on chapters as I get them back – no
  • Stained Snow: Start edits if I get it back – no
  • Work on each WiP 2.5 hours – 4/7.5 hours. 6155 words so far this week. All 3 WiPs are now up over 10k. Chasing the Ghost still has the most with over 12k. 2 of them have taken over that 10k to get the main characters together, and actually Guarding the Heart isn’t quite there yet. I may be cutting a bit of the set up here because that seems like a long time for a romance. In Flames of Renewal, they were face to face within the first 2k.
  • Read: Catalyst(Jennifer Snyder), The Binding Stone(Lisa Gail Green), and Beyond Shame(Kit Rocha) finished Catalyst this morning(enjoyed it & added #2 to wish list), started The Binding Stone and am 12% through it(ok so far, no strong feelings for it yet though).
  • Knit: Finish Tidewater Lace Scarf – done. Finished this Monday.
  • Crochet: Sly Fox Hat – finished the body of the hat yesterday. Will be working on the ears today.

 

Comments on: "Writing Wednesday: Balancing Out" (17)

  1. Sounds like a good week. Although before 5? Really???? My brain doesn’t kick in until about 7 a.m., if that. LOL.

    Keep trucking with the WIPs. You’re making great progress! As to first/third person, you can always experiment by trying a scene one way and then to other and seeing what you think. I’ve done that, and it helps.

    Have a marvelous rest of the week!

    • I’ve always been an early riser and I’ve trained myself to get up even earlier to write. My daughter’s bus comes at just after 7, so she’s up by 6 to get ready and eat breakfast. If she even sleeps that long. Both kids usually are up by 5:30(which drives me nuts).

      Thanks. I might just try that.

  2. To early for me – far to early to get up let alone be awake enough to write – now midnight onwards that’s a different matter:)
    try the different POV , can always be changed if you don’t like it

    all the best:)

    • I used to be able to stay up until 1-2 in the morning and still get up around 5. But, that was in high school. 10 years later, I need a little more sleep.

      I might try out switching to 3rd. This was my first attempt at something longer than flash fiction in 1st.

  3. Oh, I really like this scene. Great tension! I can’t wait to read more.

    Happy writing, Fallon! 🙂

  4. Holy cow, up before 5??? I don’t think I’ve been intentionally awake at that hour since my days working as a hospital nurse.

    Great excerpt. Nice little twist at the end, too. And I’m very glad that Elijah didn’t really do it (not that I was terribly worried, but still).

    • Both of my kids are up early(before 6 a lot of the time) so I’ve trained myself to get up early. I am far more productive if I get some writing done first thing. And I’ve always been an early riser, so that helps.

      Thanks. I knew Daniel would be around towards the end, but I didn’t realize I’d end up liking him so much(and may end up writing his story too).

      Thanks for stopping by!

  5. Oooh, a brother not allowed to come back home…this is getting intense.

  6. Up… before… five. *brainsplosion*

    Best of luck with the decision. I’d imagine that re-writing in third person would be difficult, but if it works…

    • Writing in 1st person was a little difficult for me. 3rd is more natural(to me anyway). I’m not sure how switching will be, but I may end up trying.

  7. Oh… I was expecting that Daniel’d had something to do with the shooting, but if the brothers were together? Hmmm…

    Your sleep schedule astonishes me. Then again, I was raised in a 3rd shift household….

    • It seems to be astonishing a lot of people. I actually feel pretty lousy if I sleep later. Even on the weekends when I don’t have an alarm set, I tend to wake up by 5.

      • We all have our personal circadian rhythms. You’re just wired toward morning hours. A lot of others may be wired in the opposite direction. I actually envy you. I’d get a lot more writing time to myself if I could sleep earlier and get up earlier. 😀

  8. Interesting wippet. I’m not quite sure what’s happening, but I like the narrative voice here. What year is it set in? It seems to be the old west, but some of the dialogue sounds more recent.

    • It’s 1867 and yeah, I noticed as I read through that before posting it that some of the dialogue doesn’t quite feel right. I’ll have to work on that when I go back and revise.

      Thanks for stopping by

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