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.
After tooting my horn about visiting everyone last week, guess how many folks I got to this week?
None. I’m sorry. Life, y’know?
Last Wednesday, for me, was a sustained preparation for travel – blogposts, writing, lawn mowing, laundry, cleaning, packing, loading – and trying to do most of it while keeping quiet, because the kids were both on a nocturnal schedule. That helped out, later, because I was able to leave them with a list of what still needed to be done.
I didn’t get to bed until 5am, and didn’t really sleep until after 6 (I don’t sleep well when I’ve got something major happening the next day); I did use breathing meditation to rest and relax. I was up again at 8:30am. Thursday was a travel day, Friday was spent by the pool; Saturday was Mom/Daughter Inside Out, more time by the pool, and Art All Night in Trenton, followed by hours of chatter, laughter, and The Cape of Mirthiness while a thunderstorm shook the skies. Sunday morning, Sylvia’s husband (another Jim; that’s a good name for a husband!) and I took the girls back to the festival, because the boys didn’t want to go, and Sylvia was nursing a headache. Then – you guessed it, more time by the pool – organizing, packing, and loading the car, and Sunday dinner. And then, a second five hour drive…
I managed to get my blogposts written, a little writing and plotting done, and some revision notes taken…what I didn’t manage to do much of was get around to do blog visits, because the real-time visit took precedence. I wanted to get around Monday and Tuesday, but the grass grew insanely in the days we were gone, so I mowed again, unpacked, and played catchup with my own husband named Jim, furry family, and with writing-stuffs…
Not with blog visits, though….
I’ll do better, this week. I’m not traveling more than an hour or so from home, and I’ve got a Plan – really, I do. Or, at least, I think I have a pla –
And now, on to the WIPpet-stuffs!
I’m nearly four-fifths of the way through my 50,000 word JuNoWriMo target, and Generations: Kifo Island Chronicles #2. is nearing Act Three – as a matter of fact, I might cross that threshold before I sleep. I’m looking forward to finishing. It’s a goal met, after all, and I’ve got a slightly bittersweet romance coming up next, and then a return to my Trueborn series – it feels like it’s been quite a while since I’ve played on Aletris, and it’ll be good to get back…
Also, this has been a difficult novel to draft. Important, at least for me personally, but difficult. Today’s snippet might give a better clue as to why…
Can Kifo Island help three generations of a wounded makeshift family coexist despite the forces and secrets that tear them apart, or will time run out for the dying grandmother, the abusive stepfather, and the brilliant, traumatized little girl caught in the middle?
In this snippet, Airisu has run away, after a violent and confusing incident with Howard. She’s attempting to stay hidden, and to make some sense of what’s happened…
- Today is June 24, 2015.
- I subtracted the digits of the month and the year from the date. (24-6-2-0-1-5=11).
- Eleven sentences today.
Airisu huddled in the sweet-smelling dried grasses, and bit her lip so that she wouldn’t cry at the pain of her underpants sticking to the broken welts on her backside. She had seen and heard the johns do things like this to Hahaoya, and heard her crying in the shower, trying to hide. She knew how such sounds could travel, and so she wouldn’t make them, no matter how much it hurt…
Why had he done those things?
Because he was a john.
Did that make her what Hahaoya had been forced to be? She could still hear his voice, that rough ugly whisper in the calm of the room, the words twisted by the strange way he spoke.
“So that makes you a whore, understand?”
Hahaoya had never said so – but Hahaoya hadn’t said many things that were so, and had said maybe as many that weren’t.
She’d said they would be safe, if she married Howard, and that they could trust him.
Will Airisu be discovered? Will she be safe? Will she find understanding?
Maybe most importantly, what exactly happened between Airisu and Howard…and what affect will it have, on them both?
I’ll be posting the next few lines from this scene for #8sunday, if you’d like more. There might also be a SoCS post from Generations on Saturday. And then I think I’ll move on to WIPpeting something more cheerful…or maybe not cheerful, but with different, less personally repugnant darkness…