WIPpet Wednesday

At best, my participation in WIPpet Wednesday has been spotty this summer, but you 11813318_1061843633833437_2993938977966825332_nknow how life is.  Anyway, I’m back – for this week at least.

My son has been in Canada for the past week visiting his girlfriend – that’s a pic he sent to me from their climbing trip this past Sunday.  Inspiring?  Dangerous?  Crazy?  Brave?  Comments have varied on Facebook.  No doubt it’s a breathtaking view.  Personally, I wish I could have climbed with them because for me, there’s something about an adrenaline rush that cleans out the cobwebs and gets the ideas flowing.  Does that happen for anyone else?

Anyhoo – on to WIPpet Wednesday.  Today’s WIPpet is from a short story that came to me about a month ago that I just began writing last week, so it’s a VERY rough draft.  Willa is somewhere around 14-years-old (she hasn’t told me her exact age yet)  and is waiting to board a plane.  Her ability/curse is that she can hear other people’s thoughts, whether she wants to or not.  My math is simple today – five sentences.

Some people broadcast louder than others without even being aware of what they were doing.  Usually these were either the very happy people who were high on life, or those whose thoughts were dark and twisted, full of the wrongs they’d committed.  Willa had learned early in life that evil existed in the world and was often horrified at what she heard in other’s minds.  Some acted on those thoughts, but the majority of people didn’t.  Unfortunately for Willa, she’d encountered more than her share of those who did.

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WIPpet Wednesday

Well, it’s been quite a few weeks since I posted anything for WIPpet Wednesday, cropped-beach_books211.jpgmostly because of getting ready for vacation, being on vacation, and recovering from vacation.  When did vacations become so stressful?  Anyway, I’m slowly getting back into the swing of things.

So, this week, I have a WIPpet from Chapter 15.  It’s getting a little difficult to post things without giving away spoilers, but I’ll keep trying.  This week finds Cain and Lindsey on their first date, but things didn’t go as Cain had hoped.

……..wrong with him?  This isn’t normal, Finn.  Maybe we should call an ambulance.”

My back was stiff and I felt the unyielding wood of the park bench beneath me.  How long had I been out this time?  Unless Finn had happened to be nearby, it would have taken him at least twenty minutes to drive here, and that didn’t count trying to find parking.  “Dude, you were right,” I mumbled.

“Of course I was.  I usually am, but what about this time?”

“Sarah.  She was here and took over.  She drained my energy and that’s why I’m like this.”

“Sarah?  No one named Sarah was here.  See, Finn, I told you he wasn’t making any sense and he needs to see a doctor,” Lindsey argued.

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WIPpet Wednesday

So, I got my son to percussion camp and over the course of 30 hours and 4 flights, images (3)finished up one book and started and finished another.  I didn’t get much writing done, but the camp was at the university campus where I got my undergraduate degree and I hadn’t been back there in many years, so it was fun to drive around, show my son where his parents had met, and see how the campus had changed.  Hubby and I are going back to pick him up in a couple of days and hope to have some time to do a little more exploring and reminiscing.

My math this week is a few paragraphs from chapter 7.  Cain and Finn are having a conversation regarding Cain’s suspicions about his room being haunted because of the attic door opening on its own, among other things.

“A/C vent placement?  I’m not certified in HVAC, but it’s a possibility.  There could be a breeze from an open attic window or from downstairs or even from someone opening another door in the house.  If it’s windy outside and the back door is open at my house, the laundry door slams closed.  Pressure can be a freaky thing.  Same with the attic door opening on its own.”

Rubbing my face, I thought about what Finn said.  It was all possible and he made some good points.  Was I just overreacting?  No one else in the house had noticed anything unusual.

“Dude, you know I believe in the paranormal and I’m a fan of all that’s weird and supportive of people letting their freak flags fly, but I’m just saying, don’t jump to any conclusions, alright?”

Exhaling the breath I didn’t know I’d been holding, I said, “Yeah.  You’re right, Finn.  Of course you’re right.”

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WIPpet Wednesday

As far as writing, I finally came up with the ending of this story over the past week – I download (4)knew what had to happen, but wasn’t entirely clear on how to get there.  So there’s that.  Got a decent amount written last week, but it doesn’t look good for the next week.  I have to get the youngest son to and from percussion camp, which involves two flights and about twenty hours of driving when all is said and done, plus we’ll be out of town for a few days.  Anyway, on to the WIPpet.

From prior WIPpets, we know Cain has a high maintenance girlfriend he’s not completely enamored of and he also sustained a concussion during a soccer game and has been missing some time.  The following is his conversation with Finn after Cain is told he broke up with Erin – which was news to him.  Since the date is 6/10, I’ve given you a few paragraphs from chapter 7.

Learning from others about what I’d done was like hearing stories of someone else’s life.  “I broke up with her?”

“Broke up with her?  Cain, you decimated her.  You told her what a horrible person she is – shallow, narcissistic, snobbish, and seriously lacking in intelligence.  I never knew you understood such big words.  You also told her all the designer clothes and makeup in the world would never make her into something she’s not and to get the hell away from you for good.”

Holy crap.  I’d said that?  It wasn’t a lie – that’s really how I feel about her, but saying it in public, in front of a hallway full of students, wasn’t really the way I’d have handled it – consciously, I mean.  However it happened, I should probably celebrate.  The wicked witch is dead.

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WIPpet Wednesday

Hope everyone had a great Memorial Day weekend!  Hubby and I left the kids home download (3)and went to Nashville for a couple of days and found some great new restaurants and spent a beautiful day on the golf course.  Not that I play golf – I ride along and appreciate the gorgeous, calming scenery, have some laughs watching the hubby try to putt, and get a chunk of reading done – a win-win situation, right?

Today’s WIPpet finds Cain and Finn trying to understand what just happened.  While they were gaming in Cain’s bedroom, the attic door creeped opened, then a small mini-tornado developed, sucking up the various detritus on Cain’s floor (don’t laugh, this could totally happen in my oldest son’s room – where do you think I got the idea?).  Math – 5 sentences from chapter 9.

As the funnel dissipated and the objects dropped back to the floor, Finn and I stared at each other for what seemed like an hour, although it was probably closer to ten seconds.

“Ooookay.  You saw that too, right?”

I heard him, but my mind was busy processing, replacing the empty spaces with memories from last week – the coldness in the attic, the certainty someone had been sitting on my bed while I was half asleep, the conversation I’d had with Mom about Sarah’s blood found in the attic.  I remembered.

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WIPpet Wednesday

Wasn’t it just Wednesday yesterday?  Thinking about how the past week just sped by, I tried images (2)to account for what I’d been doing – I was busy, but was I productive?

Finally saw the new Avengers movie – loved it!  My college son came home for the summer, bringing me a monstrous pile of dirty laundry for Mother’s Day.  I’d imagined having the four of us go out to dinner Saturday night before the crowds on Mother’s Day, but both my sons were at a card shop in the middle of duels, so that turned into a night out with just my hubby, and I’ll never complain about that.  Worked, went to the gym, had a band parent’s meeting where I was voted in as an officer, picked up other son numerous times from band/art/friends, read two books and posted reviews but, wait a minute – did I write anything for my WIP?  Why, yes I did.  I had a block of time yesterday when the words just fell out of my head – and those times seem to come less often than I’d like.  I came up with some great ideas to add when I get into editing, so there’s that.  Combined with a few other chunks of writing time, I’m feeling pretty good about my production over the past week.

Today is my grandmother’s 90th birthday, so from chapter 9, you get thirteen lines.   Since Cain’s concussion, he’s been feeling a little out of it, so this is where we are.

The way I felt during my classes was similar to how I felt at home this morning.  I was there, but not there, detached.  My instructors asked questions and I’d wanted to answer, but felt like a there was a wall between my brain and my mouth.  It was giving me a headache.

“Cain, are you in there?  Hello?” 

“Should we take him to the nurse?  This can’t be good.”

Voices.  They sounded so distant.  I knew it was Finn and Lindsey, but where were they?  Then, my head snapped to the right, as Finn’s hand connected with my cheek.

“What the hell was that for?”  I shouted.

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WIPpet Wednesday

I’ve been making slow, but steady progress with writing the past week.  Once school is out and I’m not playing chauffeur so much, my words/day should increase substantially.  And I’ll have my college son/backup driver home to help out.

I’m so excited about a September Writer’s Boot Camp Retreat I registered for 00yesterday – a long weekend in a gorgeous cabin in the Smoky Mountains with workshops and a one-on-one session with C.J. Redwine, author of the Defiance trilogy!  If you’re interested in some uninterrupted, quality writing time, workshops and critiques from an experienced, successful author, plus a private chef in a beautiful, scenic location, go here.

On to today’s WIPpet – today we find Lindsey visiting Cain at his house after he was released from the hospital following a concussion during a soccer game.  Below is a snippet from Chapter 6.  Just a reminder – Eby is Cain’s awesome cat.

As Lindsey played with Eby and talked about our assignment for English, I noticed the attic door behind her slowly creak open about a foot.  Eby froze, but stared at the door as it continued to open a few more inches.

Lindsey turned to see where the noise was coming from.  “Well, that’s weird.  Where does that door lead?”

Before I could answer, Eby went into defense mode, his fur bristling and a low growl emanating from his throat.  After a scathing hiss, he leapt from the bed and raced through the bedroom door.

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WIPpet Wednesday

Let’s just say I was as happy as a person finding themselves alone in the Hershey download (2)factory at the bookfest last weekend.  I always learn something new from the workshops and meet some authors who offer some excellent advice and encouragement.  Not to mention buying more books!  I really tried to scale back on what I bought this year, because my TBR pile at last count was hovering around 90 books.  I may have slightly under-exaggerated that number, but who’s counting, right?

From last week, we know Cain sustained a concussion during a soccer game.  He’s been having some issues and below is a conversation he and Finn are having about said issues.  The paper rampage involves Cain’s yearbook.  I really love Finn for just laying it all out there.  My math is 4 paragraphs from chapter 4.

“Did you tell your parents about yesterday?  The missing hours?”

Looking down at my backpack, I began fumbling with one of the straps and shrugged.  “I guess I forgot.”

“You forgot.  After finding what was either the aftermath of your declawed cat on a paper rampage or you blacking out again and having a raging hate for football players.  Erin, a girlfriend you can’t stand, and someone who clearly needs therapy to break her mirror obsession – still dating her.  Blackouts and memory lapses after a head injury.  Do you tell your parents?  No.  What do these things have in common?  You’re an avoider, Cain.”

“An avoider?  Is that even a word?”

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WIPpet Wednesday

So, I missed WIPpet Wednesday last week.  Did you ever have one of those weeks whendownload (1) you solved one problem and three more popped up?  And then they spawned even more problems?  Oh – and most of them needed to be taken care of at the same time?  Yesterday was the first time in a week that I’ve had time to write.

The good news is that this weekend is the SOKY Bookfest and I get to spend all day Friday attending writing classes taught by some amazing authors and then panels with even more authors on Saturday!  Did I mention all the books that will be available to buy?  Signed by the authors?  Kind of makes up for last week, I think.

Moving on, we’re back to Cain – he was injured during a soccer game and wakes up in the hospital a little confused.  My math for today is 4 + 1 = 5 paragraphs from chapter 5.

“You’re in the hospital, sweetie.  You were injured in the soccer game today,” Mom replied, patting my shin softly.

“The soccer game was today?  And I played?”

“You’re concussed, bro.  You probably shouldn’t try to think very hard, it might use up any remaining brain cells.”

“You’re such an ass, Finn,” I said, really wanting to do him bodily harm right now.  And if my brain stopped sloshing around, maybe I would.

“Hey, we’ve all got parts to play, just doing mine.”  Was that my Dad’s snickering I heard?

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WIPpet Wednesday

Well, this week was pretty much a bust for writing – got a little done, but not even close download (1)to half of my goal.  For whatever reason, I’m only sleeping around four hours per night and I could easily be cast as a zombie for The Walking Dead – they wouldn’t even need makeup for me.  Between that and carting my son around to activities every day – not much got done.  On the other hand, I finished a fantastic book,  Torn, by Kate Sparkes. Hoping to get the review posted tomorrow.

My math for today doesn’t correlate with the date at all – apparently, due to my zombie-like existence, I thought today was March 31 and I took a few lines from chapter 3.  So there’s that.  This snippet has Cain going into the attic after hearing some noises.

The hair on the back of my neck was soaked with sweat and the room felt like a sauna.  While I was up here, I might as well look around.  Eby might have come up and I didn’t want to lock him in.   A loud crunch sound echoed in the room and every hair on my head seemed to stand on end, while my stomach rolled.  Looking down, I saw a Styrofoam peanut that must have fallen out of one of the moving boxes.  I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath until my oxygen-starved lungs took in some much-needed air.

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