Rebeka's Questions:
1. What is your favorite part about writing (or reading)?
I love creating new worlds and lives. Adding information I have learned in my History and Anthropology classes comes as a close second.
2. Who is the person you consider your role model?
My Mom is my role model. She has always been there for me and puts up with me and my siblings.
3. What is your favorite part about blogging?
I enjoy chatting with reads the most. Reading the books is a lot of fun too, though.
4. How would you describe your personal style?
I am not entirely sure what you mean by that, but in writing, I have a minimalist tendency.
5. What is something you've learned recently that you wish you'd known before?
There are so many things...
6. What book has had the most impact on you as a person (excluding the obvious choice, of course)?
I guess I would have to say Raising Dragons by Bryan Davis. It started my love of fantasy and was when I decided that I wanted to write.
7. Favorite hobby?
Reading, writing, and blogging.
8. Favorite thing to drink?
Coffee. I drink it black.
9. Do you have any pets--and if so, can you share a picture?
I have two dogs. Corbin and Diesel (right to left). Not the greatest pictures of them, but it was all I could find at the moment.
10. Lastly, if you're able, please share a snippet of your current work-in-progress. If you're not comfortable, or not a writer, please share something you love about books. It can be anything at all.
Do I have an excerpt? lol, Here is one from my villian's POV:
The crack of the flames devouring logs in the hearth mixed with the scratch of Elder Prind’s quill against papyrus to create a sense of peace in his main room. A smile lifted the corners of his mouth as he dipped the quill in an ink well once more before he signed his name to the missive before him.
Hands unused to the grip of a pen had left a scrawl across the papyrus but Prind was unwilling to trust a scribe with the work. He sprinkled sand over the letter and let it sit and absorb the wet ink. With careful motions so as to not upset the sand, he grasped two edges of the document and lifted it from the table.
“Your master will receive this?” Prind addressed the messenger who stood just across the table.
“He will.”
“What proof can you give me?” Prind walked to the fire and stood with the papyrus above the flames. He watched the messenger’s gaze dart to the letter.
“I am his servant.”
“And I am a servant of Thyne.” Prind lowered the letter closer to the hearth and watched as the light of the fire glowed through. “I’m sure you understand.”
The messenger’s eyes widened as he watched the missive. He thrust his hand into the collar of his deep red tunic and withdrew a throng from about his neck. “These prove who I am. If the message does not make it to my master, you can present these and I will be executed.”
“Good.” Prind flipped the letter so that the sand fell into the flames and then stepped back from the sparks that flew up. He rolled the papyrus and dripped wax over the seem. As it cooled, he stamped it with his seal. He stretched a hand out to the messenger and motioned for the throng.
The messenger dropped it into Prind’s grasp and then snatched the letter. “My master thanks you.”
Prind lifted the throng and inspected the seals that hung from it. The messenger’s personal seal was small and unimportant. The other was large and denoted the status of his master. A two legged serpent reared in the gleaming metal.
“Long live the King.” Prind dropped the seals into his packet and turned away as the messenger left to deliver the letter.
The crack of the flames devouring logs in the hearth mixed with the scratch of Elder Prind’s quill against papyrus to create a sense of peace in his main room. A smile lifted the corners of his mouth as he dipped the quill in an ink well once more before he signed his name to the missive before him.
Hands unused to the grip of a pen had left a scrawl across the papyrus but Prind was unwilling to trust a scribe with the work. He sprinkled sand over the letter and let it sit and absorb the wet ink. With careful motions so as to not upset the sand, he grasped two edges of the document and lifted it from the table.
“Your master will receive this?” Prind addressed the messenger who stood just across the table.
“He will.”
“What proof can you give me?” Prind walked to the fire and stood with the papyrus above the flames. He watched the messenger’s gaze dart to the letter.
“I am his servant.”
“And I am a servant of Thyne.” Prind lowered the letter closer to the hearth and watched as the light of the fire glowed through. “I’m sure you understand.”
The messenger’s eyes widened as he watched the missive. He thrust his hand into the collar of his deep red tunic and withdrew a throng from about his neck. “These prove who I am. If the message does not make it to my master, you can present these and I will be executed.”
“Good.” Prind flipped the letter so that the sand fell into the flames and then stepped back from the sparks that flew up. He rolled the papyrus and dripped wax over the seem. As it cooled, he stamped it with his seal. He stretched a hand out to the messenger and motioned for the throng.
The messenger dropped it into Prind’s grasp and then snatched the letter. “My master thanks you.”
Prind lifted the throng and inspected the seals that hung from it. The messenger’s personal seal was small and unimportant. The other was large and denoted the status of his master. A two legged serpent reared in the gleaming metal.
“Long live the King.” Prind dropped the seals into his packet and turned away as the messenger left to deliver the letter.
Haha, did we really not have any better pictures of the dogs Bekah? Corbin looks a somewhat fat and he's adorable from head on! xD
ReplyDeleteWe really didn't. Believe me, I looked.
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