Welcome back to yet another Wednesday and another WIPpet. As usual, I have a small ROW80 check-in to share with you as well.
Though I’d chosen to pare down my goals last week to help prepare for the move we have to make next Spring, this week I managed to add a flurry of new creativity growing exercises, from drawing and poetry (not fit for human consumption yet, trust me). And my word counts are doing well. Most of the writing at the moment is zero draft level. When I type things in, then the stuff gets real.
Packing and cleaning is going “OK”. Not feeling inspired by this move. It needs to be done, but it’s change, and that never sets well for me, but there’s definitely a degree of mourning involved here as well. I’ve been feeling (and denying) it as best I could by staying “busy busy” since we decided his course. As the deadline encroaches on everything these days…. I’m just not there.
However, I am here, and it’s Wednesday. So here is your…
Throughout December, I will be sharing sections of Singer of the Swan Song, book 1A of the Swan Song Series. Last week, I shared a small opener to the story. This entry follows directly on that last one, with a small bit to lead in
So, please enjoy these three new paragraphs (1+2+1+2=6; 1+8=9; 9-6=3), and if you’d like to join in our friendly bloghop, check below for how:
“Quiet, girl,” Mama scolded. She extended a hand.
‘Tara reached out, happy that Mama had brought back the light. Then, from deep in the darkness behind the woman, came a loud bang. A rough, breathy whuff, like the monsters made followed, echoed and repeated from all directions beyond the archway. The last was nearer, almost to where Mama stood. Her fingertips barely touching Mama’s soft ones, ‘Tara drew back her hand hard. She couldn’t face several horned monsters in the dark, just her and Mama.
‘Listii had nearly died trying to protect her from just one of them. How could Mama and she survive so many in the dark?
Something poked her shoulder. She squeaked and jerked aside, her legs unable to move fast enough for her to get away from the grabbing claws that came at her in the dark. She felt herself start to fall and reached out again. “Mama!”
That’s it. Being a WIPpeteer is pretty easy. First, you have to write something (that’s the hardest bit) and then you have to post it to your blog on Wednesday, using what we call “WIPpet Maths”… which really means, fudge around with the numbers on the date until you come up with something that fits what you’d like to share.