the best report on palace workings I've had since Walter
Today I:
~ ordered about 15 books from the library on forests, castles, and libraries
~ went over listings of agents AGAIN but focusing on MG representing ones
~ typed in what I wrote yesterday as a start to Librarian Glamour
Which two are related to each other? Cyber-cookie if you guess!
What I have for an opening to Charming:
It was still summer, but Blynne and the other Archive girls were back at school. In the Senior House, the new class of seniors was settling in, jazzed about living together in a dorm rather than with host families. The house parents had been walking up and down the halls for hours, to keep them from getting too hysterical.
“So what did you get assigned this summer?” Sabronie asked her roommates.
Blynne looked at Diera, to deflect the question.
“Would you believe?” Diera said. “Nanny work. For the Crown Prince of Dalepri's girl, but still.”
“I tailed my own mom for a month in Capriotha,” Sabronie said, “which was yawn-worthy. But then I got to take a walking-tour, just Keena and me, all the way up Priel.”
“Packing heat?” Blynne asked, grinning.
“No, actually. Metal only. It was freaky, but after we drilled knives every night for a week, Keena was lethal. And she told me I was, too.”
“I thought your forearms looked tight,” Diera said. “Were you allowed to take pictures?”
“No,” Sabronie smirked, “but I kept a diary of place names, so I can bring up photos online when I get my head online.”
“Mine's on,” Blynne offered.
“I have a bookmark list, though.”
Sabronie's pink and black notebook computer was on top of the cap she'd shed on entering, on her new desk. It was a half under her pillow which in turn supported a make-up bag. Diera had characteristically stacked all her luggage at the foot of her bed. In the squared arrangement she had left a hole in front of the desk niche at the back of the bunk, where she was sitting now, hands on the keyboard of her computer.
Blynne had drawn the extra drawer, leaving Sabronie the bigger desk and Diera that cool bunk. So she was putting all her clothes away.
“What about you, Blynne?” Diera asked.
Sabronie had been distracted from the question, but Diera was conscientious and polite, as a marquis ought to be.
“I...can't say, actually,” Blynne told them.
“You're kidding,” Sabronie gasped.
Blynne checked her face in the mirror over the bureau. She thought it was a pretty good neutral expression, still a bit of a smile for finish, but nothing leading in the eyebrows. It didn't fix the babyish shape of her eyes and face, but at least her waxing job had turned out all right.
“No way,” Diera said. She jumped at Blynne, grabbing her arm with cold hands. “Really?”
Blynne turned to show them her neutral look.
“That's awesome,” Sabronie said. “How about ice-cream tonight?”
“I'm up for it, especially before we get uniformed,” Blynne said. There was a chorus of groans on this“What are you taking this term, Diera?”
“Systems, Munitions, Advanced Social Dance, Advanced Infiltration, and Cuisine, Fashion and Performance Critique.”
“I took that at the very beginning,” Blynn said. “Fun class-it's all clothes, food, and music.”
“I know,” Diera said wretchedly. “I'll be a leper among freshmen.”
This is still pretty rough, and I know I don't quite have the tone for it yet, but I think it's going to be fun.
~ ordered about 15 books from the library on forests, castles, and libraries
~ went over listings of agents AGAIN but focusing on MG representing ones
~ typed in what I wrote yesterday as a start to Librarian Glamour
Which two are related to each other? Cyber-cookie if you guess!
What I have for an opening to Charming:
It was still summer, but Blynne and the other Archive girls were back at school. In the Senior House, the new class of seniors was settling in, jazzed about living together in a dorm rather than with host families. The house parents had been walking up and down the halls for hours, to keep them from getting too hysterical.
“So what did you get assigned this summer?” Sabronie asked her roommates.
Blynne looked at Diera, to deflect the question.
“Would you believe?” Diera said. “Nanny work. For the Crown Prince of Dalepri's girl, but still.”
“I tailed my own mom for a month in Capriotha,” Sabronie said, “which was yawn-worthy. But then I got to take a walking-tour, just Keena and me, all the way up Priel.”
“Packing heat?” Blynne asked, grinning.
“No, actually. Metal only. It was freaky, but after we drilled knives every night for a week, Keena was lethal. And she told me I was, too.”
“I thought your forearms looked tight,” Diera said. “Were you allowed to take pictures?”
“No,” Sabronie smirked, “but I kept a diary of place names, so I can bring up photos online when I get my head online.”
“Mine's on,” Blynne offered.
“I have a bookmark list, though.”
Sabronie's pink and black notebook computer was on top of the cap she'd shed on entering, on her new desk. It was a half under her pillow which in turn supported a make-up bag. Diera had characteristically stacked all her luggage at the foot of her bed. In the squared arrangement she had left a hole in front of the desk niche at the back of the bunk, where she was sitting now, hands on the keyboard of her computer.
Blynne had drawn the extra drawer, leaving Sabronie the bigger desk and Diera that cool bunk. So she was putting all her clothes away.
“What about you, Blynne?” Diera asked.
Sabronie had been distracted from the question, but Diera was conscientious and polite, as a marquis ought to be.
“I...can't say, actually,” Blynne told them.
“You're kidding,” Sabronie gasped.
Blynne checked her face in the mirror over the bureau. She thought it was a pretty good neutral expression, still a bit of a smile for finish, but nothing leading in the eyebrows. It didn't fix the babyish shape of her eyes and face, but at least her waxing job had turned out all right.
“No way,” Diera said. She jumped at Blynne, grabbing her arm with cold hands. “Really?”
Blynne turned to show them her neutral look.
“That's awesome,” Sabronie said. “How about ice-cream tonight?”
“I'm up for it, especially before we get uniformed,” Blynne said. There was a chorus of groans on this“What are you taking this term, Diera?”
“Systems, Munitions, Advanced Social Dance, Advanced Infiltration, and Cuisine, Fashion and Performance Critique.”
“I took that at the very beginning,” Blynn said. “Fun class-it's all clothes, food, and music.”
“I know,” Diera said wretchedly. “I'll be a leper among freshmen.”
This is still pretty rough, and I know I don't quite have the tone for it yet, but I think it's going to be fun.