The map in her hands was growing impatient

Got a bit of writing in over lunch. This piece was started over at Of the Pistol, and I’ve been brainstorming how to continue it for quite a while. Not quite sure yet if this will turn out to be a novelette, a novella, or even a full-blown novel, but I’m really enjoying this world so far.

Summary: Kate is running late for her Master Gardener training with Mr. Cloom. She had a map that told her how to navigate his immense garden, but now it thoroughly refuses to tell her the way. Luckily she has Mawr as her guide, one of the last stone lions left in Haplandia. Hopefully she can navigate the dangerous garden with Mawr’s help before Mr. Cloom expels her completely.

Project: Mr. Cloom’s Garden
Current total words: 1,663
New words written: 675

Total Words for 2012: 9,581


She hurried on ahead as the gate slammed shut behind her. She had a pink basket cradled in the crook of her elbow, and in her hands she held a bit of paper that was attempting to roll up at a moment’s notice. Absently she straightened it, adjusting her fingers this way and that as she tried to see exactly where she needed to go. Mr. Cloom’s garden was immense, and Kate knew that it didn’t take long to get lost amid the succulent scented safia bushes, which were always pleased to have visitors. If one wasn’t interested in staying and enjoying a snooze against their soft limbs, it wasn’t unheard of for them to use their vine-like roots to pull you into their embrace.

2 thoughts on “The map in her hands was growing impatient

  1. I like your clever blog. I am writing a ghost story spoof, but I am not tantalizing readers as you do. What a cool idea. Do you take days off from writing? I have to!

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