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.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Witt.
Another week, where I meant to get round to see everyone. I meant to…really I did. Things got fershizzled with the holiday, and my Accomplice having extra days off…
So, this week, I’m going to visit everyone on the list – and read your last posts, too…really. Truly.
I mean it.
But now, on to the WIPpet!
I’m serializing the first scene of Sea Changes, where we meet our first of three POV characters, Karina Karanova. Here’s the premise:
In advocating for a dying girl seeking emancipation from controlling parents, can an overburdened young woman and a lonely young man find a future together?
This passage is NaNo rough. My plan is to let this draft rest for December, and begin creating a revision plan in January. That said, any input is gratefully accepted!
- Today is December 30, 2015.
- Today, you get thirty sentences.
Context: Karina is in a pottery studio, working with clay and hating it, when a new guest who doesn’t like sunlight comes in. Karina tries not to stare, but finds it difficult…
“It’s all right to look at me, or to ask me questions.” His voice was soft, with amusement layered over pain. “Most people have never seen an albino before. I don’t mind talking about it, but I do mind being stared at or ignored because I’m different.”
So gentle, that voice – yet, there was something in it that suggested he’d been both stared at and ignored more often than he liked.
“How can you live here?” She hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that, but the young man had come to her table, and he sat down a little ways from her. It seemed like it would be a greater unkindness to ignore him, and she had been staring, even if covertly.
He chuckled, a pleasant sound, a little deeper than his speaking voice. “Oh, it’s not as hard as you might think. Sun hat, umbrella, shades, and a truly ridiculous amount of high-SPF sunscreen. And I don’t go out in the middle of the day, ever, unless it’s an emergency.”
Karina looked up at him. She couldn’t see his eyes, because of the dark glasses he wore. But he was smiling at her, and she decided that she liked the way it changed his face. “Aren’t you afraid?”
“Of the sun, or of dying?”
Karina didn’t know what to say to that, so she bent over her work as though he wasn’t even here. Soon, too soon, Mother would call for her, and then she’d have to report on what she’d accomplished during her first day at the pottery studio.
“Damn, I hate clay,” she whisperhissed through teeth she’d clenched to keep the thought in. Another failure. That would have earned perhaps a dozen lashes, even if she’d long since stopped being a child.
“Then why are you – ” Karina stared at him, trying to send the wordless messages that would silence him. “Ah, I see. Taboo subject. Don’t worry; there’s a lot of those in a place like this. I won’t pry into anything you don’t want to talk about.” He smiled and dug a handful of clay out of the bucket that sat in the trough running the length of the table’s center. “How about I just introduce myself and answer your question?”
Why does Karina not want to talk ?
Who is this man?
Why would someone with albinism live on a tropical island?
Will Karina make progress on her project?
What will happen next?
Some of these questions may be answered – and others will certainly be posed- next week, so be sure to come back then to learn more about Karina and her story.
Previous Karina WIPpets (chronologically):
And now, for something completely different:
Over the last months, I’ve been gradually planning for next April’s Blogging From A-Z Challenge.
The planning yielded more stories than I need, so I decided to share the ‘extras’ as they are. All month, I’ve posted one every day, in a canon-chronological progression. For each comment, I add a paragraph to the story (there’s a two-day delay, to allow comments to gather) – and you can find all of them at The IDIC Romance Advent Calendar.
Tomorrow, the last post goes live – but the calendar itself will remain, so you can read whenever you feel the need for a bit of TnT.
Want more WIPpets? You can find them, and even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined, by following the little blue froggy from WIPpet to WIPpet to WIPpet!