A heartfelt thank you from CleanWIP Magazine owner/operator Earl Chinnici.
When I decided to announce my desire to host the #CleanWIP author hashtag game, I had already been helping to administrate a Facebook group of around 3500 awesome authors of clean fiction for more than a couple years. Committing to the extra time involved worried me some, but I felt the game would help these authors, many of whom had become friends, to gain exposure and become even stronger authors through the sentence-level scrutiny of a publicly displayed author hashtag game. I also figured my own Twitter profile could stand the extra traffic.
While I contemplated the logistics of hosting such a game, a whirlwind unfolded before my eyes—right there in the ‘Trends’ section—and before I gave it a second thought, I clicked on the #1 spot.
It would be easy for me to say I wish I hadn’t, but it would not be truthful to say that now that I’ve taken time to consider all things. Though my spirit was once again troubled and my mind weary from the nearly constant vitriol of hatred the ‘trends’ section seems to promote, it was time to turn the page. It was apparent at that moment. A new chapter awaits.
Thank you to everyone who has already shown interest in CleanWIP Magazine, the #CleanWIP hashtag game, and the CleanWIP Facebook author group that helps tie everything together under one figurative roof. I greatly appreciate the continued and the newly found support. I look forward to showcasing examples of your clean content here and presenting it to readers who are most likely to love it.
A knock on the door jarred my dark mood back to reality. I jumped up to see who it could be; there stood Col. Maxwell and Sgt. Hunter.
— John Wilde (@WriterJohnWilde) September 30, 2019
The Col., in a grave voice, said, “Jimmy, I need to speak to your, Mom.”
Mother blew by me like a wildfire, “What’s wrong?” #MuseMon #CleanWip
#CleanWIP #Thurds #FIRSTBlood The deep blue of the Aegean sky, cloudless and hot, hung above his head. The last thing he recalled was the shattering impact as the mini-copter hit the water. He sat up, blinking in the bright afternoon sun. Crystal Swan was nowhere in sight. pic.twitter.com/MZUHGTUEi5
— Michael Lynes Author (@woodheat) September 26, 2019
“I saw a rat. It came out of nowhere and—”
— Irene Onorato (@IreneOnorato) October 1, 2019
A chuckle bubbled out of Theo. “White with a brown head?”
“Yeah. Weirdest looking thing I’d ever seen. Looks like he’s well-fed.”
“That’d be Socrates, my pet and expert escape artist. He’s a hooded rat—pet shop variety.”#CleanWIP
#1lineWed & #CleanWIP theme BROTHERS
— Katy Huth Jones (@KatyHuthJones) October 2, 2019
“That’s what war does; it makes brothers o’ us all.”
“Everything was fine until mom decided we should stop at this ramshackle B&B. I mean, they didn’t even allow #pets, it was obscene…Daddy had his wallet out…these people were SO not prepared for…”
— Charlie+Dark (@CharlenaRose27) October 1, 2019
Glory droned on while my mind drifted to Hillerson.#Better2sDay #CleanWIP
Liora bolted upright in bed, straining her ears. The room was pitch black, and Stanley snored nearby. If the fat cat was still asleep, then perhaps she’d imagined the noise. #CleanWIP
— A.E. McKenna (@ae_mckenna) October 1, 2019
“Stop by the shelter sometime. I’ll give you a personal tour, and help you pick out the perfect pet.”
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) October 1, 2019
“Yeah?”
“It’s the least I can do.”
Ace smiled. “How about tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow’s fine. Come whenever you like. Well, not whenever. We close at three.” #Better2sDay #CleanWIP