Hello and welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a blog hop wherein writers share an excerpt from their current WIP that somehow relates to the date. To join in, simply click the blue linky up there to the right.
The upshot to being sick today was that it meant I could save all your WIPpet links from last week before I reset the Linky and actually read them. I think Wednesday afternoon is probably the latest I’ve been in quite some time!
I wanted to share the link to my most recent Short Story Saturday post as well, as I was kind of proud of it. It’s about a tiny dragon, and I based him on those tiny dogs you see sometimes who clearly think they are much bigger and more intimidating than they really are. Here is the link.
For now, though, time for a WIPpet. I’ve added the digits of today’s date together and have a four paragraph excerpt for you. After Clara has a run-in with one intruder in her flat, Mathias goes up to check that no one else is lurking up there. Meanwhile, Clara happens to look at one of the books on his coffee table, which seems to be to do with magic… and magic is illegal.
Clara stared at the book, frowning. The word Aligarian meant nothing to her, but there was something about the symbol, and the fact that it used the word rune… If Clara hadn’t known better, she would have said that it had something to do with magic. But Mathias was just a street magician, playing tricks on unsuspecting passers-by. He wouldn’t be a real, practising magician. Not right under Rikard Voidsun’s nose like this. Would he?
She heard Mathias’ steps on the landing outside and quickly flung the book back onto the table. It missed its mark and went flying over the other side of the coffee table. Clara cursed under her breath and then flung her blankets aside, scrambling onto the floor and around the table. She was just placing the book back onto the table when Mathias reappeared. He took in the sight of her on the floor, part of the blanket still wrapped around her leg, her hand on the book and the guilty expression on her face.
“What are you doing?” he asked, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Clara felt herself blushing. “I… um… I knocked it. The book. I mean, I knocked the table and the book… fell.” She clamped her mouth shut before she could ramble any further.
I’ve been thinking a lot about setting with this WIP lately. While the setting is definitely fictional, I think it’s more modern than I originally set out to write? So I’m playing with that, and trying to work out how much technology the characters have access to, how they speak, things like that… and whether Clara’s actual country of origin is more of a high fantasy-inspired world, or if it’s also more up-to-date. So that’s fun.
Anyway, my computer is telling me I need a rest break, so I’ll finish this up here. See you all next week!