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Dragon Bones by Patricia Briggs

At audio location 00:08:55

This near the river the tunnel was mushroom shaped, with walks on either side of a deep narrow ditch that ran sluggishly with sewer water. The walkways were meant for dwarfs, not hulking brutes who towered over most grown men. With a sigh, I dropped to my hands and knees and began crawling through the foul smelling muck.

Can you tell the narrator is a hulking brute? He’s actually a teenage boy who has spent the last several years of his life pretending to be an idiot to keep his abusive father from killing him. The paths really were made by and for dwarfs. And he’s about to find.. dun, dun, dun… dragon bones. I trust it being early in the first chapter this doesn’t count as a spoiler.

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Snaefellsness Peninsula

Time for a quick review of “Day 4” of my Iceland trip. We drove from our hotel in Stykkisholmur to the end of the peninsula then back to the hotel.

I’m not sure where on the map the beach is. I got the guide to show me twice but I hadn’t packed a highlighter (that is most certainly going on the packing list in the future) and had to borrow. Unluckily neither a bar nor a bus is a good place to highlight maps. Anyway, I’m guessing the beach was about half way to the end of the peninsula along the southern edge. We went to the tip, looped toward the North at the tip, then dropped back to the Southern road to return to the hotel. The peninsula is 48 miles long. So with backtracking and looping around and such we probably went about 100 miles for the day.

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Well, What Do You Know?

Ken sneaked up while Marge flipped through the print out of accounts receivables. Sometimes her job at the Bitterroot Mercantile felt like charity work. If they weren’t distant relations, there’s no way she’d go through all this for Ken.

“Hey, where was that one taken?” He pointed at her monitor where her personal photo screensaver rolled. “Must be a Hollywood set. I mean, really – ice on the trees but the grass is so green? How stupid do they think we are?”

“That was taken out front yesterday, Ken.” She said nothing about stupidity.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Dale Rogerson

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Graceling by Kristin Cashore Chapter 24 part 7

Katsa looked at this child who barely came up to her chest, Poes sleeves hanging almost to the girls knees, her eyes and nose big under the hood, too big for her little face her voice a squeak but a calmness in her manner, a certainly, as she recommended her father’s murder.

Location 7:23:23 on which is pretty close to the end of the audio book. For the record, he deserves it.

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Suzie’s House 516 : No Excuses

“Please tell me the tea you’ve been feeding me isn’t actually toxic.” Drew made himself stay upright though he felt like he’d been sucker punched. He forced his feet into the den where Trent and Sonoma had been arguing. But as soon as he drew even with the straight back chair against the wall, he slumped into it.

“Even water is toxic if you get enough of it.” Trent said.

“You would say that.” If it had been Sonoma saying it, Drew might have lost his grip. Being Trent just annoyed him. “Always backing your wife even when you were arguing with her a minute ago.”

“Drew.” Sonoma rushed forward, completely ignoring their byplay. “I am so very sorry.”

She tried to grab his hands, but he wasn’t having any of it. She glanced down, and he thought if she’d been twenty years younger, she probably would have gone down on her knees to beg his forgiveness.

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A Winner

Of course that does not mean I’m done. It just means I did 50,000 words this month so far. So, what now?

1. Finish the plot line. I’m in the middle of the climax now. I should be able to finish the book in the next few days.

2. Take a moment to appreciate the fact that I have written at least one new rough draft every year since 2000. Before that I’d never actually finished even the rough draft on any of my novel attempts. I kept trying to revise as I went.

3. Get back to revising BSH.

4. Vacuum the living room. No more excuses for putting it off.

5. Send out the wish lists I promised to compile.

6. Get more exercise.

7. Get some more vacation pix ready so I can post about Iceland again.

8. Make some gift bags.

9. Muck out my office.

10. Pay some bills.

11. Buy some gifts

12. Pack.

13. Go home for Christmas.

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Desperate Measures

Marge had seen bathrooms of all kinds all over the world. There were the ones on a train in China with only two foot shaped stands and an oblong hole in the floor. There was one in France that sprayed your tush if you pressed a button. She would even count bushes alongside the road. This took the cake.

“Are you sure it’s hooked up?” Marge asked Sally.

“Well, there’s no water, but there’s a pit under it. It’s better than your flooded apartment.”

“Alright, but can we do something about the cows watching?”

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: What’s His Name

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The Home Stretch

I’m almost done with my NaNoWriMo novel. So…. no Suzie’s House this week. I’ll have one for you next week,

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Hot Stuff

The music and talking and general party mayhem was so loud that Anna was pretty sure no one else heard the sirens. She wouldn’t have, except she happened to be next to the window when the first fire truck screeched to a halt in the street far below.

“Fantastic party, Anna!”

“The best!”

“Hey everybody, let’s cheer for Anna! She’s on fire tonight!”

While her friends carried on, Anna muttered to herself:

“Lord I hope not.”

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: J Hardy Carroll

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To Do List

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1. Come up with this list. 🙂

2. Write 2,000 words tonight. These don’t count,

3. Delete my Photobucket account and every link related to it.

4. Make some gift bags. What do you mean it’s too early for Christmas?

5. Run the dishwasher.

6. Come up with a cord that will make my new-to-me washer/dryer set plug into the wall.

7. Test run the machines.

8. Do three weeks worth of backed up laundry.

9. Put shelves in the laundry room to make up for lost floor space.

10. Put everything piled up in the living room back in the laundry room.

11. Clean the house in preparation for Thanksgiving.

12. Buy a turkey

13. Write another 2,000 words.

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Suzie’s House 515 : Cause No Harm

Much to Sonoma’s relief, Drew walked into the house under his own steam. There had been a few times back when he lived under her roof when they had brought him into the house on a dolly. His muscles would lock up and keep him as still as a statue for painfully long minutes, sometimes even hours.

This gave her heart. The fact he could move now meant she was on to something.

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The Truly Special

Jane couldn’t wait to see the main attraction of the day. The tour guide said repeatedly that the angora goats they were petting now weren’t so special, and the yaks were common as dirt in Mongolia. What was really worth their time would come later. It was going to be even bigger than the statue of Genghis Khan! It turned out to be a department store.

“What makes this so special,” Jane asked.

“It’s the tallest building in Mongolia. 15 whole stories!”

Jane’s New York City apartment was on the 31st floor. She groaned.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Marie Gail Stratford

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13 Sentences

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The last lines I wrote in my NaNo book tonight:

“The point is, I haven’t found people to be particularly trustworthy.”

“Too late to keep it from me.” She grinned at him, pleased with her logic. “I haven’t been bad so far, have I?”

“But that’s always the way with humans. You act all nice at first. Then you do something horrible!”

“I promise, I will not do anything horrible.” She let her irritation show. “I’m just a girl. What can I do?” Mentally she disregarded the possibility of launching her entire army to hunt him down and kill him.

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Night Film by Marisha Pessl p.583

I did the rudimentary translation in my head. The trap for the mermaids?

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13 Things I Should Know by Now

It’s November! You can guess what I’m doing now. Yep. NaNo. And of course I am completely unprepared. This stuff always goes better when I have something like an outline to work with. I have my spreadsheet set up, but so far, I’ve only put in one line.

1. I do actually know what the book is about. Sort of. It was a serial I made up as part of our bedtime routine when the kids were little. Now if I can just remember how it goes.

2. What did I name the dragon after the witch turned him human? I could swear there was a name change.

3. How did she turn him human?

4. Why did he go looking for the princess? Seemed like it wasn’t a direct thing.

5. What were the three tasks he had to do to get his dragon body back?

6. What was the ocean about? Did he drowned? I can’t remember.

7. How did he get out of the dungeons?

8. Who threw him in? It seems like it was a pretty dramatic scene, but neither I nor the kids can remember just how it went.

9. Why did he get so mad after he got turned into a human?

10. How did this thing end again?

11. What was that about the slipper? I know it was important, but surely it wasn’t really so much like Cinderella.

12. Why did I think this thing was so good?

13. Why do the kids still think it was good even though none of us can quite remember how it went?

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