No one guessed yesterday’s song, which was Blind by Korn. (click the link for a youtube video) I shall eat the secret reward cookie myself (I deserve a reward for doing nothing all day) and give you another chance.
I got a book cover sent off, cleaned, and… and…Oh. And set up my wattpad account. I’ve evidently been a member for years but have never done anything on it, so I guess it’s time I did. I have a bunch of short stories I can stick on there. It’s become kind of a craze with authors lately, though no one has shown how the free stories on wattpad translate into sales. Probably because most readers on wattpad are there because they want to read things for FREE – not buy something. But, anyway, if you’re on wattpad feel free to say hi.
I did some work on my Beldren short story. It’s set in 1687 (thanks to previous idiocy on my part) in Virginia. I know pretty much zero about this, so I’ve spent days researching tidbits, which is always fun. The hardest part is not the research now, but the language. I don’t want to be authentic 1600s or readers will gnash their teeth, but I hate, hate, hate historical stories that use 100% modern language, too. So I’m trying for something in the middle. See what you think:
“It is time to take what we are owed,” Matthias cried, and slammed his fist on the rough table. His German accent lent a learned quality to his words, but Beldren only shook his head.
“What good would come from such an action? What will you do with the goods you steal?” He looked to Duncan and Patrick. “What say you?”
“They could be taken to the frontier,” Duncan said slowly.
“Or kept for ourselves,” Patrick added.
“And what would the frontiersman give us for them? What use have they for fine things? What use have we?” Beldren made an irritated noise. “The promises of such a life were lies.”
“They are only lies if one waits for good fortune to be handed to them,” Matthias insisted. “Those who came before us-”
“Those who came before us were given the things they were promised. Land, money. When my servitude expired I was given ten bushels of corn, a set of clothes and a musket, wished good luck, and told to settle ‘away’. The land owners are unwilling to part with a parcel of their domain, and they desire the competition we would create even less.”
“Yes, yes,” Matthias said impatiently. “It is this attitude that led Bacon in his rebellion, and it illustrates the need for us to take with our own hands those good things which should have been bestowed upon us. And I tell you, I have found just such a mansion, packed full of such wonders as your eyes have never beheld.”
I’ll give you three guesses who owns this “mansion”. Heh-heh. (Hint: They have fangs.)
And since no one guessed yesterday’s song, here’s a new one for you. No googling.
Nailed to the cross, together
As solitude begs us to stay
Disappear in the lie forever
Have a good one!