e_moon60 (e_moon60) wrote,

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Nose to the Grindstone

4128 words today so far.

Marshals, yeoman-marshals, funny smells, colors that clash, and way too much to do in one morning.   The cook doesn't want to do laundry.  The guys in the escort are not expert at grooming horses for fancy occasions ("How do you braid a mane?")  Good help is hard to find in a city full of people far more interested in a holiday than a new job.  The life of a peer of the realm is not always satin and lace and tea at four.

Especially not the life of a peer who wasn't brought up to be one.

If Instant Messaging existed in that universe (and thank heavens it doesn't!)  Dorrin and Kieri might spend too much time sharing stories.

Tags: the writing life

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