He stretched out his legs and stared at the bulky farmer boots. Thirty years ago he had ridden into this land with the slim black boots of a far rider, silver spurs at his heels and a song on his lips. His hair was longer then; unbound and spread like molten copper across his forest green cloak. His muscles were hardened and lean from riding and fighting since he was old enough to sit a horse.
“Wild people,” these city dwellers who had never roamed the plains free, following the herds, called them. “Wild people” welcomed as heroes after helping the king defeat the demon armies. A place deep in his soul longed to be unfettered once again. He ached to abandon the homespun for leather.
This is a description of Gentyl’s father. I’ve been told it’s the right way to describe a character without leaving their POV. It warms my heart to know I did something right. Unfortunately, I have no idea how or why I did it. It just came out.
I have to confess I’m about to go bonkers. I guess I’m going to have to buy an antenna for the television. With the move, I refuse to pay the cable to set up an account and all that goes with it. Even if I weren’t protesting it since it was part of the rent when I moved in. Now they have stopped that and raised the rent $125. Yes, petty I know, but it’s the principle of the thing. It’s not so much I watch tv to any large extent, it’s just the noise in the apartment. This apartment is very dark anyway, so no noise and no light tend to make me feel like I am in a tomb.
On the plus side, I think I finally have five opening pages that might entice an agent to ask for more. It meant cutting out the barn scene, but I can add those bits in later.
I’m going to have to read through Paladin again and get back to stitching. October will be here before we know it. I will probably start critiquing stuff in the writers workshop on Books and Writers and start posting chapters so I can get the edit done and start shipping to Kiersten for the final edit.
I ran down to get the mail last night before I went to work out. Sifting through the mail and not paying attention to where I was going, led to me stepping off the sidewalk wrong. My knee is badly swollen and apparently I twisted the hip out also. I just want to go wrap up in a giant heating pad. My gp wants to take a look at it before he recommends a specialist. Now I just need to wait for the insurance company to decide they will actually cover me after I have been paying premiums for nine months. If I can’t prove I had insurance prior to being covered with them I apparently might have all kinds of pre-existing conditions they won’t cover. *rolls eyes*
So, in the meantime I take lots of Aleve and hot baths. Hopefully, it will be calmed down enough so I can start working out again Monday. I used to have a fairly high pain threshold, but I think that disappeared somewhere. Now I just want it to stop.
I also have discovered I have a very bad relationship with commas. Almost lethal and certainly immoral at the least. I use them like an addict uses drugs, frequently with little regard to what is good for me. Worst of all, I don’t use them where I should be using them. It sounds like a very bad relationship to me. I may have to join Commas Anonymous to kick the habit.