Monday, February 3, 2014

January Snippets

For this round of Snippets of Story—hosted, as always, by Katie at Whisperings of the Pen—I at last have a sizeable chunk of writing to select snippets from. I've written nine chapters of The Summer Country since starting it two weeks ago (out of a planned twenty-five or so). I'm just beginning to really get into the heart of the story, and occasionally being pleasantly surprised by new ideas as I go along, which is always nice. Here's a few bits and scraps out of what I've written so far:

There were plenty of rooms in Uncle Timothy's house, Morrie had once observed darkly, leaving it to be concluded that there was something else missing.
~ The Summer Country

"Why, to smell the flowers," shouted the Little Old Man, trying to use his walking-stick as a megaphone and then realizing it wouldn't work. "You're looking for the garden, aren't you? Well, you certainly chose the hard way in, but it's there all right. Just keep going right—I mean left! Left. Yes, that's right."
 ~ The Summer Country


"It's an injustice, that's what it is," said Milly, winding and winding (the scarf had gone around her neck about five times by now).
  ~ The Summer Country


"Perhaps I'm just too civilized," said the Gentleman Traveler, "but I don't exactly relish the idea of being close to the ground. It's dusty." He glanced down at his immaculate patent-leather shoes.
 ~ The Summer Country


They were both being too polite to mention that they noticed anything odd, which made it even odder.
  ~ The Summer Country


"Dear me," said Mrs. Butler in a voice of genteel surprise, which made her sound like she was a long way away from the confusion, perhaps viewing it through an opera-glass.
 ~ The Summer Country


And when he had gone out she slipped into the front parlor, leaving the others still talking happily in the dining-room, and watched from behind the lace curtains as he went down the street along the sidewalk, with his head bent a little. Nobody should walk with their head bent that early in the morning.
~ The Summer Country 

6 comments:

Rachel Heffington said...

The more I hear of this story the more I want to read it so do be a darling and trot along with the writing at a nice pace. *mwah*

Elizabeth Rose said...

This sounds like a lovely story, Elisabeth! You write children well. :)

Katelyn Sabelko said...

Charming! I read these snippets with a giddy smile on my face. Elisabeth, you have a knack for writing distinct, lovable characters. Each snippet highlights a new and exciting voice. I felt as if I were being introduced to a slew of charming folk and each introduction brought a new smile to my lips.

Jolly good writing, indeed. ^.^

Elisabeth Grace Foley said...

Thank you so much, everyone. Katie, you've no idea how encouraging your words are—it's always a thrill to have someone react positively to what I've written (and to know I must be doing something right...).

Hannah Scheele said...

These clips are cute. :)

Joy said...

Oh my! These are fantastic snippets, Elisabeth. I love them to bits <3 :) (sorry for a late comment!) You have such character and sensible humour that lights through even the tiniest of snippets, and brings a sunshine smile to my face.

This is my favourite, hands down, though the first one was splendid as well:

"Why, to smell the flowers," shouted the Little Old Man, trying to use his walking-stick as a megaphone and then realizing it wouldn't work. "You're looking for the garden, aren't you? Well, you certainly chose the hard way in, but it's there all right. Just keep going right—I mean left! Left. Yes, that's right."

^_^ Lovely! Happy writing, Elisabeth.

God bless!