"You're more poet than anything." I folded my arms and glared at Ian. He sat perched on the edge of the roof, dressed like an adventurer. I coveted every part of his outfit -- the breezy shirt made of course cloth, the sturdy breeches, the leather boots that laced up to his calves, the dagger on his hip. Tomorrow he would set sail to a life I craved more than anything. But did he appreciate his opportunities? No. And I hated him for it. "Do you despise poets, Ingrid?" His voice was sad, but a grin twisted at the corners of his mouth as he finished his question. Those blue eyes of his cut in my direction with a teasing flash. "They don't DO anything." My thoughts and emotions ran in torrents, but I could see his flowing smoothly and quietly. Even in his uneasiness about the morrow, his face was a peaceful as a child falling asleep in his own bed. ...
Hey, Esther - I just saw your comment on my blog about possibly swapping novellas and beta reading for each other. I don't really need any other betas for Asher Grey right now, but I'm definitely interesting in beta reading your novella! It would depend on when I'd have to beta read it (and if I could beta it in a Google Doc), and when the deadline is though ... I'm sort of crunched for time right now ;).
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Savannah, Google docs is my favorite. I'm trying to get my first round of betas done by the end of the month and the second round by the middle of December. If you can do it, comment with your email address, and I won't "publish" that comment.
DeleteSavannah, I received your comment and will send the document to you soon!
DeleteI might be willing if this can wait until after Nano. :) I'm assuming your WIP is clean?
ReplyDeleteI'll add you to my list!
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