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WeWriWa—The pursuit begins


Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday, weekly Sunday hops where writers share 8–10 sentences from a book or WIP. I’m skipping a few pages ahead of last week’s snippet, after Violetta revealed she’s left-handed as a result of injury, not the way she’s been from birth. Igor asked if she broke her arm, and she said she’d prefer not to discuss something so personal. Then Igor said his own mother had a very serious injury to her right arm almost 10 years ago and was forced to switch too.

They then discussed their favorite artists, and Igor suggested Violetta might show him some of the work of these new-to-him artists at a museum sometime. She matter-of-factly agreed, and then their discussion led to the revelation that Violetta plans to never marry. Once again, she claimed that was something too personal and complicated to discuss, and asks if they can return to discussing art.

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Igor gets back to the original topic, though his mind is far away.  He wonders if perhaps Violetta is like his mother, a tomboy against most social conventions, and just hasn’t been tamed or met the right fellow yet.  At the end of their conversation, Igor smiles, says he hopes he sees her around again sometime, and goes to find the books he came here for.

At the checkout desk, he sees Violetta limping out of the library, her satchel slung over her left shoulder, her sketchbook tucked under her right arm.  Not wanting to press his luck or make her suspect anything, he doesn’t turn to smile or wave at her, though he hurries out of the library as quickly as possible after all his books have been checked out.

On Washington Square, he walks swiftly behind her, not too close to be creepy but not too far to lose sight of her.  He’s heard it’s one of the oldest tricks in the book to pretend to bump into a woman just to get some physical contact or talk to her, just like the old trick of pretending to yawn in the movies to put one’s arm around a date.  Since Violetta limps, it’d be cruel as well as cliché to pretend to knock into her.  Igor has no idea what caused this limp, but he doesn’t want to worsen it.  He debates whether or not he should give her a ride as he trails behind Violetta, until she turns at the corner and calls back to him.



I started reading at three (my first book was Grimm's Fairy Tales, the uncensored adult version), started writing at four, started writing book-length things at eleven, and have been a writer ever since. I predominantly write historical fiction family sagas/series. I primarily write about young people, since I was a young person myself when I became a serious writer and didn't know how to write about adults as main characters. I only write in a contemporary setting if the books naturally go into the modern era over the course of the decades-long stories being told over many books. I've always been drawn to books, films, music, fashions, et al, from bygone eras, and have never really been too much into modern things. If something or someone has appeal for all time, it'll still be there to be discovered after the initial to-do has died down. For example, my second-favorite writer enjoyed a huge burst of popularity in the Sixties and Seventies, but he wrote his books from 1904-43, and his books still resonate today, even after he's no longer such a fad. Quality lasts for all time.

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