WIT :: Very Inspiring Blog Award

very-inspiring-blog-award1. Thank and link the amazing person who nominated you.
2. List the rules and display the award.
3. Share seven facts about yourself.
4. Nominate 15 other amazing a carefully curated set of blogs and comment on their posts to let them know they have been nominated.
5. Optional: Proudly display the award logo on your blog and follow the blogger who nominated you.

Three huzzahs to my best blogging buddy, Selah @ A Bibliophile’s Style, for very graciously nominating me for this award. If she hadn’t been the one to initiate this award, she’d be at the top of my list because she is always a constant source of inspiration for me.

So, let’s see. Seven facts, eh? How ’bout something different? How ’bout I give you 7 snippets from fics I’m currently working on. And you tell me which one you’d be most interested in pursuing further?

Yeah?

Okay, game on…

1.  It hits me in the middle of 4th period Geometry and it’s a doozy. The pain explodes from the base of my skull and pounds its way relentlessly to set up camp right where my fontanel would have been had I been a newborn. I let go of my pencil and close my eyes, forcing myself to relax because I know from experience that this is the only way to make the throbbing even remotely bearable. I tell my muscles to un-tense and I feel myself sinking bonelessly in the hard plastic seat. I ride out a wave of the intensely paralyzing headache as it makes itself at home in my head and I would have been okay after maybe a couple more minutes of excruciating torture because I know it will disappear as suddenly as it appears. Unfortunately, Cavenaugh is not sympathetic to my episodes.

2.  They had boarded the train as per usual. The same contingent of arrogant, aloof Lords and Ladies clad in somber, if festive, winter wear, their dark fur coats and muffs and beaver hats unable to mask the unholy paleness of their aristocratic skins. They were a stoic bunch, none speaking above a polite murmur as they shuffled into the cars, down mahogany passageways, holding on to gilt handrails and finding comfortable positions on the plush leather seats. In comparison, his rickety bus parked the requisite and inconspicuous twenty yards away, devoid of any passengers as of yet since his lot weren’t allowed to mingle with the upper crust, looked even more decrepit and shabby than normal.

3.  Danny was six and three quarters when he saw his first Sweeper. Of course, Danny didn’t know to call him a Sweeper then, and he certainly could not have foreseen the dire consequences of this initial sighting. At the time, Danny simply thought it odd that a funny little man clutching a feather duster was shuffling across his living room at three o’clock in the morning.

4.  The rabbit didn’t blink when David slit its throat. It just stared at him with glassy eyes, bewildered, as his sharp knife slid through the fur, stuttered at the bone then slipped past and severed the pulsing artery. David let go of the rabbit’s long ears to grasp at its scruff but he was in a hurry and his fingers were slick with sweat. He fumbled both the animal and the knife, cringing as he felt more than heard the ragged ripping of steel on flesh and fat. Gouts of blood gushed thick and red from the gaping wound, splattering both his jerkin and breeches.

A good kill is a clean kill.

5. I am dying.

I know this and yet I’m not afraid.

I’m actually more pissed off than anything else. After everything we went through – all the hurt and insanity, all the preparation and training, all the secrets and lies – it can’t possibly end like this. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my very brief time on earth, it’s that nothing is ever as you expect. Hard work doesn’t always pay off. Planning isn’t everything. The good guys don’t always win.

So I guess I won’t get my Hollywood ending after all.

I am going down bloody, beaten and alone.

Damn it all to hell.

6.  Lucas White wondered for the umpteenth time why he had to be the chosen one and how he could possibly get out of it and all its trappings. He hated spectacle, was leery of attention, felt thwarted at every turn by speculation and rumor. He knew he was ill-suited for the nomenclature and wished he could shuck it off like so much dead snake skin. But the sad fact of the matter was that he was, indeed, the chosen one, would remain the chosen one and would probably eke out the rest of his existence as the chosen one, regardless of personal desire to get out of it or antipathy toward it.

7.  Perhaps it was the natty three-piece suit and spotlessly black designer shoes. Perhaps it was the shock of golden hair, cropped close to the sides but longish in front on purpose to give him a more roguish appearance. Perhaps it was the plummy British accent and the gallantry that accompanied it. Or perhaps it was the combination of all of the above, making him the perfect, swoon-worthy male specimen. Whatever it was, it allowed Aloysius Crow to expertly juggle four cups of frothy concoctions and navigate through hostile territory with effortless grace. Amidst the throng of impatient Starbucks customers irately jostling for that extra inch in line, Crow was Moses parting the Red Sea.

 

And now I nominate the following bloggers for always being so encouraging and inspirational in their own, unique ways: Jan @ Fort Smith Sylista, Val @ Muse Fondue, Sue @ A Colourful Canvas, Debbie @ Fashion Fairy Dust.

You ladies rock my socks!

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14 thoughts on “WIT :: Very Inspiring Blog Award

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  2. Last and surely least … but showing up with sincere thanks for the honor. Looking forward to playing by following your lead by messing with the rules a bit!
    I don’t get to pop by as often as I’d like because of this strange summer season, but you are always an inspiration in so many ways, Maricel. All are intriguing, and like Sue, I’m cringing at #4 (a mark of the power of your prose, though) and all the others have instant appeal. I’m most taken with #2 and really want more. Great stuff!

    • Never, ever the least, my dear Jan. I’m always so honored when you stop by and my nominations were not made lightly, I assure you.

      No worries about the frequency of visits. I’ve been rather lax in my commenting duties as well but I’m blaming it all on strep throat. Being debilitated for a week is monstrous but now I know that my overachieving-ness does stand in good stead because I haven’t yet skipped a post since I write them in advance and post-date.

      I think I’m forming a clear idea of which ficlet I’m going to pursue. I hope I don’t disappoint.

    • I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to come over your blog and nominate you personally, Debbie. As mentioned above to Jan, I’ve been sketchy with my blogging duties because I’ve been sick and in and out of consciousness for a while. I was going to drop you a note on Instagram but I see you got me beforehand.

      And yes, they are an awesome group but you’re just as awesome yourself. 😀

    • That’s so funny, Anne. That’s the one I had the most invested in – all 50,000 words of it! I could take the lazy man’s way out and just use those words to fill my next few WITs, couldn’t I?

  3. You are awesome! Thanks for the nomination, and I’m proud to accept this award from you because you have really high standards! And it’s a very cool graphic – looks like money.

    Your writing is excellent in all the snippets. I would most like to hear more about Aloysius (no. 7), followed by no. 3 and no. 1. Are you actually working on all of these? Whichever one you pursue, I’d love to read more!

    • Yes, I was quite taken with the graphic too. You’re very welcome for the nomination – it is truly well-deserved, what with our prose, your collages and your miniatures. You’re my Renaissance woman of inspiration!

      Aloysius is my personal favorite character and he somehow manages to get into every one of my stories in some capacity or another. Oddly, though, he is always a secondary and not a primary character, for all I love him.

      No, not actually working on them. Most have been lightning flashes of dreams I managed to put to paper. But they do beg to be told, don’t they?

    • Yes, you may choose all of them but then I’d have to quit my day job to get to them all. 😉

      You know, because you and I have fairly similar tastes in books, I wonder if you would honor me with being my beta reader for the piece I work on? Via email, that is? I just think posting up long blocks of text on this blog might be too much…

  4. Maricel! Me? Aw, thank you so very much. I haven’t had the pleasure of getting to know Debbie, but can you just imagine the five of us nattering an afternoon away! GAH! What a treat that would be.

    Anyways, you are leading the way with very inspiring blogs. Your content is always fresh and interesting! Your twist today is tops. My picks? Definitely NOT #4…eek! It’s a toss up between #2 and #7. They both have me itching for more! Now dish!!!

    • That would be my perfect summer moment, Sue! Could we do it in your backyard? Or Val’s?

      Heh. You know I always have to go against the grain with things and I figured you all knew way too much about me as it is. So no dead rabbits, eh? ;p

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