Though it’s Thursday again, I have a WIPpet for you all. First a check-in for the Round of Words in 80 Days writing challenge. My goals are here at my name blog.
Yesterday, I posted a comment check-in to the FB group. This is a cut/paste of what I wrote plus…
Not a lot of progress. Had family over yesterday, spent time cleaning house. Did some blog updates and all my ROW80 visits. Explored some research of neurogenesis and how brain injury affects behavior, plotted out how this might relate to the talents and witchcraft among many of my characters,.. started writing up how one of my MCs deals with brain surgery after his wife’s death (yes, these things are related).
No fresh art except to study some drawing books and get an idea for how to draw hands better.
I also arranged a schedule with my accountability partner, Jennette Marie Powell. And I figured out one of the flaws I had in my goals for this round of words. Adjustments to come.
Today WIPpet, as promised in Even Louder (my last post from Singer of the Swan Song for a while) is of a more fun bent, being from a JatWW fanfic I write when I need to decompress. Today’s piece comes from what may be a new section opening for the Was Variation. Fifteen sentences for 01/03/19…
15 = 01+03 – 1+9 – an extra 1 for being late so many times.
‘Listii caught himself just before he backhanded Brüan. For a moment he lay still, his arm shadowed in the glow of the streetlights.
Taking care to relax his tense limbs, he tried curling up against his pillows, bunching them close, tight, a buffer against…
Wrong. Everything felt wrong, awkward, out-of-place. Even before he tried punching the lumping stuffing into submission, he knew it wouldn’t help.
It didn’t. Might have even become worse.
Accepting the inevitable, he scooched over to his side of the bed and dangled his feet over the side. Next to him, Brüan rustle in a dream and clutched at his blanket. She already had the other two tangle about her. ‘Listii unwrapped himself and patted it toward her side of the bed, giving a wry glance at the woman as she gathered the discarded flannel to her chest and buried her face in it.
He swore she sighed his name before settling.
Before he dwelt to long on his lover’s actions, he set his feet on the floor. How? he wondered as he curled his toes. Two centimeters of wool pile and it still felt like he was stepping on ice.
I hope you enjoyed this snippet. If you’d like to read more, head over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members. WIPpet Wednesdays are hosted by Emily Wrayburn at Letting the Voices Out. And if you’d like to join in, just do it. The rules are simple. Post a sample of your present work in progress to your blog that relates in some vague way to the date. As you can see, you use some pretty crazy maths. The real point is to have some fun with words and share the writing experience with others.