WIPpet Wednesday

Wednesday sure does come around pretty fast.  I’ve spent more time on researching my setting this past week than writing.  A writing workshop I took last fall said to make your setting work for you, and when I thought about that, it gave me some great ideas that have added to the plot.  Then, I got a nice surprise when I looked at my word count for the past week and realized I’d written more than I thought.  So then I ate two Reese’s peanut butter eggs to celebrate.  After that I spent 45 minutes on the elliptical yesterday to undo the effects of my celebration.  Still totally worth it, though.

My math today is 3 + 2 + 5 = a few paragraphs from chapter 10.  Cain and Finn are discussing a paranormal event Cain may or may not have experienced.  Eby is Cain’s cat.

“And you’re positive, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that it wasn’t Eby?  I’ve seen him passed out on your bed, all sprawled out, four paws to the sky, more than once.  There’s no judgment here, but he’s plenty big enough to leave a dip in the bed, and one of his paws could easily have brushed your face.”

I couldn’t argue with that.  Finn’s reasoning was logical.

“But I looked on the floor for him and Eby wasn’t here, it couldn’t have been him.”

“Dude, I’ve seen Eby come close to breaking the sound barrier when he gets freaked out by something, or even nothing at all.  He could have just felt the need to be downstairs all of a sudden.  He’s a little weird sometimes.  And him hissing at the attic door?  I’ve seen him hiss at a chair leg before, so a door?  Not a major shock.”

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WIPpet Wednesday

My son came home for a couple of days before heading south for spring break, images (3)although it’s a miracle he made it home considering he had practically no brakes on his car.  Him:  “Mom, my car makes a weird noise when I put on the brakes.”  Me:  “I’ll take care of it.”  After driving to the auto shop and hearing the sound of metal on metal when using the brakes, it’s a miracle I’m here to write this.  Oh – and although I send a rent check every month, it looks like he’s been living in his car – clothes, shoes, magazines, food – including the Christmas cookies I sent back with him in December, crushed and unopened, never having fulfilled their Christmas purpose.  Bet you can guess who’s not getting cookies anymore.

Anyway, moving on – today we have Cain asking Finn for advice on girls – a topic that, by now, Cain should have realized Finn is probably not the best person to ask – but they get a little side-tracked.  My math:  3 + 1 = chapter 4, 8 lines.

“Anyway, getting back to Erin, I don’t know what to say to her, Finn.  I need to break up with her, but she’s so used to getting her way, she’d probably just tell me that wasn’t an option, make me go shopping again, then force me to watch another marathon of The Vampire Diaries.”

“It’s really not such a bad show, you know, if you can look past all those male model types.  It’s got some hot girls.”

“Still not worth it.  No one ever dies on that show.  They come back, turn into vampires, hybrids, it’s hard to keep up.”

“Dude, it’s a little scary you know that much about it.  Are you sure you’re not into it?”

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WIPpet Wednesday

Most of our snow has melted, but we’ve been having so much rain, I’m going to need animages (2) ark to get around pretty soon.  I’m ready for sun, flowers, warm temperatures, grilling out, and having some wine out on the patio – the patio that will probably require a wet vac to even make it habitable again.

I felt like I did pretty well with my work count last week, but when I added it up today, it wasn’t near what I’d thought – hoping I just can’t add and will recheck it again later.  Anyhoo – I’m upping my word count per day and we’ll see what happens.  You know how it is – sometimes the characters talk, and sometimes they’re on an extended coffee break – or at happy hour – or nursing the aftereffects of an extended happy hour.

My math for today is pretty simple.  3 + 11 = a couple of paragraphs from chapter 14.  Cain has just had a pretty weird thing happen and he’s trying to figure it out.

What.  The.  Hell.  What just happened?  Was it paranormal?  Just a very vivid dream?  Did I sleepwalk and open the door to the attic myself?

With horror books and movies, I was fully aware of the rule stating the guy who checked on the weird noises coming from the basement/next room/outside alone never came back, so you could look at what I did next in a couple of ways.  Either you could say I had a healthy curiosity about who or what kept opening the door and apparently lived in the attic, or I was a stupid moron with a death wish like the guy in the horror movies.  Whatever you decided, I was just curious or stupid enough to make a trip up the stairs to the attic.

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WIPpet Wednesday

Apologies to all the WIPpeteer’s blogs I missed last week.  I tried to drop by the last of imagesthem yesterday, but the link was gone, so I promise to make up for it this week!

Some snow from over two weeks ago is still on the ground, and now it’s been raining nonstop since yesterday afternoon, changing to 4 to 8 inches of ice tonight.  Is spring even a season anymore?

We had family visiting last week, so I wasn’t able to write every day, but something possessed me on Sunday and Monday and I turned into a writing machine.  As with the epiphanies from last week, this doesn’t happen often enough – or concurrently with the epiphanies – which would be fantastic if they could get on the same schedule.

Anyway, my math from this week works like this:  3 x 4 = chapter 12, and stay with me on this, I may need a calculator: 2 + 0 – 1 + 5 = 6 lines.  Cain and Finn have decided to try and communicate with Sarah, who they suspect is a ghost, but they’re a little unclear about the whole ghost-contact-protocol.

“Any idea how we go about getting Sarah to come out and talk with us?  Do we need a Ouija board or something like that?  A medium?”

“How the hell would I know, Finn?  It’s not like I’ve done this before.”

“Well, you said the attic door keeps opening, so maybe we should start up there.  How about the corner that was so cold?  That seems king of logical, right?”

After losing two out of three rounds of rock, paper, scissors because neither of us was too anxious to go up first, I mean, seriously, we’re talking about a ghost here, I led the way up the stairs. 

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WIPpet Wednesday

Wasn’t it just Wednesday yesterday?  Despite being snowed in until Saturday, the week BookEditingseems like it just disappeared.

Not as productive this week with my writing, but I’m not so disappointed over that because I had a couple of epiphanies regarding plot – sometimes I’m a genius that way. Unfortunately, it doesn’t happen nearly enough.  I also have a character who is demanding to be in this story, but I really haven’t figured out exactly what his role is yet.  I’m hoping he lets me know soon so I can work with him.

So today’s math works like this:  2 + 5 = chapter 7, 20 – 15 = 5 lines – okay, 6 just because that finished the paragraph.  Nothing exciting today – Cain excited over Lindsey asking him out, and Finn giving him advice on his current girlfriend, Erin.

“I think she asked me out.  She mentioned doing something after her concert this week.”

“It’s time to get serious, bro.  You’ve got to get rid of Erin.  She’s like a virus that infects everyone she comes in contact with, just rotten to her core.  There’s nothing good about her.  Did you see her yesterday?”

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WIPpet Wednesday

I’m loving my new laptop and got a good amount of writing done over the last week.  Of course, we’re snowed in, so I haven’t been able to leave the house since Sunday, butdownload that’s not necessarily a bad thing.  I was afraid we weren’t going to have any snow days at all this year.  Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut.

So, today’s WIPpet involves Cain and his brother, Ethan.  Ethan is a 13-year-old genius, off the chart IQ, and he and Cain have never had the best brotherly relationship, mostly because they exist on entirely different planes and have zero in common, other than their parents.  I’ve been having some fun getting into their relationship.  My math today is 1 + 8 = chapter 9 and I just threw in enough paragraphs so that it made a little sense.

“I’m still curious as to how you suddenly developed such a deep understanding of chemistry.”

I released a huff of breath, so tired of having to explain my memory lapses.  “I already told you, Ethan, I have no idea.  I don’t remember anything.  Why don’t you go away and leave me alone and maybe I’ll develop a deep understanding of calculus.”

“Would you like some help?”

Well, that was weird.  Usually he insisted I make an appointment with him because of his “intense academic schedule” and even then, I had to practically beg for his help.

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WIPpet Wednesday

And here we are again.  I have to apologize for not getting around to all the other WIPpeteer’s blogs last week.  Several days of my valuable time (which I will never get back) were spent dealing with a cable provider sent from the bowels of hell to torment their subscribers and provide the worst customer service ever known to man (bet you can guess who it is).  Consequently, I dropped them (hopefully back to where they were originally spawned), then spent numerous hours changing my email address 200+ times, getting satellite service, and a new internet provider.  Did I get much writing done last week?  That would be a resounding NO.  My son screwed up my computer – this is the third time – and I have to take it in for diagnostics.  Luckily, my new laptop should be here today, so hopefully things will improve.  Enough of my whining – life goes on.

My math works like this:  2 + 11 = page 13, 1 + 5 = 6 lines.  In this snippet, Cain is in bed, drifting in that hazy area between being asleep and awake, when he feels someone touching his forehead.  Eby is his cat.

I struggled to wake myself up, frantically climbing toward consciousness as I brushed at my forehead, expecting to feel someone else’s hands.  Bolting straight up, fully awake now, my eyes darted around the room, into the corners with their dark shadows.  Fumbling across the nightstand, I turned on the lamp.  As light flooded the room, chasing away the darkness, I saw I was alone.  Looking on the floor, thinking maybe it had been Eby brushing against my face before he’d jumped down, I came up with nothing.  He was nowhere in sight. 

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