Six Sentence Sunday: Gossamer #2

Last week, I posted the prologue of Gossamer, one of my WIPs. There isn’t actually a lot composed on this project, but I do have this little tidbit that may or may not stay. Federal agent Paul Redcloud is investigating an explosion and has gotten permission from the oil company next door to view the scene from their sixth floor balcony. The company, however, has assigned an executive working late, thus already in the building, to escort him. Enjoy.


“Mr. Lambert,” Paul said to the aging frat-boy with the lipstick on his ear, “the sooner I get my ten minutes on that balcony, the sooner you get back to your girlfriend.”

“You are interrupting work, Agent….”

“…Redcloud. Do you have kids, Mr. Lambert?” he asked stepping into the elevator.

“Two,” the man replied warily, “six and three.”

Pushing the button for the sixth floor, Paul said, “XYZ.” The red-faced executive looked down at his pants and hastily pulled his zipper as the doors closed.


Six Sentence Sunday is a blog hop that posts on Sundays, which is a great thing for bloggers who like to post regularly but don’t always have something new to say. I’m participating in two. On Saturday, I’m snarky. On Sunday, I try to tell a story in six sentences. My blog is current, and I don’t even have to be near a computer!

Participation is straightforward. Submit a link to the host site between 6:00 pm Tuesday and 11:59 pm on Saturday. Post a six sentence excerpt on your blog on Sunday, (I schedule! It posts while I’m sleeping.) Six Sentence Sunday posts the blog hop at 9 am on Sunday. It just seems silly not to.

(All times mentioned in this post are US Eastern.)

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Six Sentence Sunday: Gossamer #1

Today’s six sentences make up the entire prologue of one of my WIPs. Enjoy.


All the fires that burn…all that have…all that will.

Those were the words carved into the gate above Rhys’s head. That was the meaning behind the tattoo on his arm, and the power, so the Pa’a said, given to Gabaimi’a-kuna by their god: to walk through fire.

Every strand of hair on his body stood up as his eyes trailed from the words to the fenghuang carving, knowing the wrong hands made it, in the wrong place, at the wrong time…just like—

Gabai found him once before, he thought as he retreated in the moonlight toward the roar of river water. She would again.


Six Sentence Sunday is a blog hop that posts on Sundays, which is a great thing for bloggers who like to post regularly but don’t always have something new to say. I’m participating in two. On Saturday, I’m snarky. On Sunday, I try to tell a story in six sentences. My blog is current, and I don’t even have to be near a computer!

Participation is straightforward. Submit a link to the host site between 6:00 pm Tuesday and 11:59 pm on Saturday. Post a six sentence excerpt on your blog on Sunday, (I schedule! It posts while I’m sleeping.) Six Sentence Sunday posts the blog hop at 9 am on Sunday. It just seems silly not to.

(All times mentioned in this post are US Eastern.)

Dreams Awake/Illness Update

So…cold turned out to be something else entirely. It’s actually one of those 72-hour of a viruses…and the bitch is overstaying her welcome. I spent all day Friday, most of Saturday, and most of Sunday in bed. And you’d think with all that time stuck in one place that I could write…yeah, no. When I wasn’t shivering to death, I had no concentration at all. I did manage to complete an edit of Dreams Awake late yesterday, though.

Actually, I’m still in bed today. I’m drinking coffee and water, and trying not to open my mouth unnecessarily. Opening my mouth causes air to come in, dries my throat, and then I start coughing which upsets my diaphragm and causes pain in my chest. But…husband is at work and son is at school…so I don’t have to talk out loud.

I’ve created a new page for Dreams Awake and posted the opening scene, for those of you who might be interested in reading it.

Gossamer is sitting at 4400 words. I like what’s down so far, but not sure where I want to go next. I hate that. I may have to skip forward and work my way back.