Time to write!
Once I started a 30 day writing challenge and it failed horribly. Horribly. I believe I made it to day 8. Ouch. Ouch is what that is. However, I will not be deterred. I have 36 days until my wedding. I'm going to take my honeymoon off. Sorry, that's just as far as my dedication goes. However, I really want to do this challenge beforehand because once I'm back I want to make serious progress on my novel. To keep my mind fresh though, and as a writing warm-up I intend to write here in the mornings. And such is the plan! Let's see what happens.
Day 1: Select a book at random in the room. Copy down the last sentence and use this line as the first line of your new story.
In a garden of state, treason was a weed; just when you thought you'd rooted it out for good, it returned more virulent than before.
And that was the trouble with ruling a kingdom. There was no job security.
Calren rubbed his eyes and tried not to heave an unkingly sigh as he tried to process the letter before him. The courier waited impatiently in the doorway, hands twitching for a coin as a tip or a return letter.
"Thank you," Calren said finally, not bothering to glace up at the courier. "You may go."
She bit the inside of her lip to keep from muttering as she walked away. He could've decided no reply was needed fifteen minutes ago when she'd first delivered the letter. But he was king now, and her sass did not belong in the royal court. She couldn't count the number of times her mother had reminded her of that when she'd left to serve in the capitol city.
It wasn't until after the courier's footsteps had faded completely that Calren took off the crown - no gaudy thing with fur or embellishments, but a simple gold circlet - and laid it on the table in front of him. In the six months since his coronation he still had not gotten used to it, and even the informal circlet persisted in giving him headaches.
Royal Liege,
It was with a dire sense of duty that I write to inform you there is mutiny among your ranks.
Not a promising thought, especially when the peasant uprising led by the Marquis of Refflin had only put down what they had assumed was "for good" a week before the coronation had taken place.
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