Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It’s hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys! She‘s our fearless shepherd…or something like that, anyway.
I’m sorry to say that I haven’t been very good at getting around to everyone the last two weeks. I hope to remedy that this week, now that I feel like I’m finding my balance with a new story, a new challenge, and wrapping up previous months’ challenges and homeschool paperwork galore…
By next week, I think I’ll really be back into the complete swing of things (and then the kids and I go away for the weekend, which may tip my fictitious apple cart all over again…).
Anyway, words did get written. I’m closing in on the halfway point of my current Kifo Island Chronicles novel, Generations That means I’m getting to the point I’ve been apprehensive about. Things are going to get dark and ugly in ways I’m not comfortable with, and I’m still not sure if I should dole out the yuck a little at a time, or just blitz through the slimy taint, and then take a dozen or so long hot showers…
By next week, I’ll be able to tell you all how it went…but, for now, here’s today’s snippet. Howard has just spent a few hours tied to the wall, at the mercy of one or more ‘masters’. He’s running late to collect his stepdaughter, who is with his nonogenarian grandmother. He doesn’t want Grandma Gladys to know how he spent his morning (and part of the afternoon), and he’s willing to lie…
Warning: There’s some cursing in this snippet…
- Today is June 10, 2015.
- Ten lines, plain and simple.
Tea on the Patio
He got to the florist’s – and, damn, it was closed. He’d forgotten about the damned siesta everyone seemed to take here, cutting the day into two fucking inconvenient wedges of time. Well, he could always tell the old biddy that he was looking at the ocean, and got distracted. She had always wanted to think the best of him, and that played perfectly into his hands.
When he got home, she and the brat were having tea on the shared patio between their cottages, as though they hadn’t even noticed that he was gone. The girl flinched, though, and tugged the quilt off the back of the chair to hide herself beneath it like it was armor, or made her invisible.
He decided to let it be, for now. It would be all the better, to own her later, if he let her feel safe now.
“Thank you for watching -Iris, Grandma Gladys. I didn’t mean to be late- I was at the beach and I lost track of time.”
Will Grandma Gladys believe him?
Will Howard be compelled to tell the truth about how he spent his day?
What will happen, between him and Iris?
You can come back here on Sunday and get the next ten sentences…
And, in the meantime, because more than one of you have mentioned that you’ll miss Trip and T’Pol – I’ve got a couple of bonus treats for you! Click any of these links for some TnT goodness!
- Letters Unsent: a 6K plus revised story that will be featured in StoryFest this weekend…after a major shift in a certain relationship, a series of letters are recorded, but never received.
- Need to Know: T’Pol’s book opens a whole new chapter in her connection with Trip…this one’s a bit naughty, so be warned!
- You Were Awake?! In this sequel snippet that follows last week’s WIPpet, “So Sorry”, T’Pol offers practical aid, and Trip learns the shocking truth – she was awake, and she knows what he did!
Looking for more WIPpet Snippets? Hop along with the little blue froggy; assorted genres, styles, and lengths of WIPpetty lily-pads to choose from, and writers eager to hear from you! =D
And a bit of tea humor (yup, tea humor, Trek style!)