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.
Remember how last week I was all “I’m doing a circus skills class and it is partly just because I want to do but also partly research”? Well, it was fun and all, except I had to take a day off work yesterday and spend some quality time with my heat packs, since I kind of destroyed all my upper body muscles. To the point where I can’t actually straighten my arms all the way (not in a “it hurts to straighten them” way; in a “they stop while they’re still at an angle and I cannot physically move them any further” way) and I’m seeing the physiotherapist this afternoon. I have paid for four classes but I think I might have to ask for a refund….
Still, I also got some quality time with my writing, and I feel may have finally kickstarted myself for February. Which is a good feeling. Also, who remembers Operation: Sugarplum? It was the Nutcracker retelling I started back in 2013, was working on through to about 2016, then redeveloped into Memories and Magic. Memories and Magic is still on an indefinite hold, but I’m thinking of returning to Operation: Sugarplum’s roots and I’ve done a bit of an outline for that.
So watch this space with regards to that.
For my WIPpet this week, I have seven lines, because I’m actually posting on Thursday Feb 7, despite the post heading. This follows on from last week, after Anders has discovered that Ria lied about the vision she saw of his sister’s baby’s birth.
“I told them what you told me,” he said, his voice rough. “I told them you had said it would all be all right. Everybody thought it would be all right. And then they looked at me like… like…”
It took me a moment but I realised what he was driving at. His family couldn’t believe he had trusted a mind magician. They had all been willing to believe what I’d said when the news was good, but once things took a turn for the worse, the mind magic was to blame. I was the scapegoat when everything went wrong.
Have a great week everyone! I’ll get to your blogs on the weekend.