Claire Gillian

I’m still taking it easy catching up with Christmas and other neglected areas of my life squalling for attention. Editing has been rather slow for this reason.

Two blog posts so far this week (my min requirement, excluding ROW updates)–Six Sentence Sunday where I unveiled a little bit of my most current short story WIP and a Bah, humbug post about Christmas that is alternately funny, depressing and I hope at least a little uplifting by the end. I hate to be a complete Debbie Downer but right now the bloom is seriously off the Christmas plant to the point where it needs some TLC.

My goals and current stats for this round are on my ROW80-4 page.

The Linky site lists other participants’ progress reports. Give them some encouragement too.

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Welcome to “Six Sentence Sunday”. Thank you for visiting and especially for any comments.

This six comes from a love story I’m currently working on (just finished first draft last night!) about a siren named Circe who’s down to her last chance to shipwreck a halibut fishing vessel in the frigid waters near Homer, Alaska. Think Deadliest Catch meets The Odyssey.

The story is told from the alternating points of view of Circe and Otis, the wily captain of the Calypso.

As a lead in, Circe has decided to stalk Captain Otis to figure out why he’s been able to withstand her siren’s song. When they meet, not only does he not recognize Circe, but he flirts with her and asks her out for coffee at the Lotus Eater’s Cafe. Unable to speak for fear of betraying her otherworldly voice, Circe uses sign language. When Otis is able to understand and sign back, she discovers the root of her problem—her handsome nemesis is deaf.

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A warmth originating where they touched snaked up her arm and pooled in her heart, her lungs, her belly, before trickling into her other limbs.

When he finally released her hand it was to ask, “What do you do, Circe who wrestles unsuspecting book racks in public libraries?”

A wicked twist of her lips had her signing, “I’m a singer.”

Otis laughed, showing his teeth, perfectly straight and white. Beautiful. The sound of his laughter, though closer to the barking of a seal than a hearing human, tugged the edges of her mouth into a broader smile.

Aww, sweet, or has Circe’s discovery given her the upper hand?

Be sure to check out the host site, Six Sentence Sunday, for links to more tantalizing snippets from some very talented writers.