This marks the second ‘Relaxed Friday’ we’ve hosted but unfortunately the first was apparently so relaxed, we failed to create a collaborative article. What can we say? Relax already. Don’t judge.
Here’s the scoop on #CleanWIP ‘Relaxed Fridays.’
- NO THEME – We’re encouraging authors to take advantage of ‘Relaxed Fridays’ by sharing interesting lines without the usual concern of whether an excerpt matches our announced theme.
- WIP OR PUBLISHED WORK – Since every published work was once a work-in-progress, we want to see the polished product—but only on Fridays because CleanPublishedWorks Magazine didn’t sound right to our ears.
- PURCHASE LINKS WELCOME – Since we’re sharing lines from published works on Fridays, we want a quick way to purchase something that catches our attention.
- #CleanWIP NOT REQUIRED – Say what?! – This isn’t a mistake—or at least we hope it isn’t. Authors who have joined us in the CleanWIP Facebook group can also share links on the Relaxed Friday thread there to other hashtag game posts as well as pretty much any fun sort of thing readers are sure to love.
- RELAX – It’s nearly the weekend. Why stress?
Relaxed Fridays. There is no #CleanWIP theme on Fridays. Just use the hashtag to share INTERESTING teases from any WIP or PUBLISHED WORK (with link) you could confidently market as CLEAN. We’ll embed many in the magazine linking back to you. https://t.co/JB78lcFwxE #amreading pic.twitter.com/PAuDkawQjw— Earl Chinnici (@earlshelpdesk) October 18, 2019
It would be the last time that I would see #34 take the field for his beloved Black Knights. Standing at mid-field for the coin toss, with the chin strap hanging down, and shoulders squared, Rye personified the look of a stallion ready to race. #CleanWip #GrayHeron #Amazon— John Wilde (@WriterJohnWilde) October 18, 2019
“Life is beautiful. Except for the spider I almost drank. That wasn’t beautiful. It probably didn’t think I was beautiful either, as I almost swallowed it whole, but then it shouldn’t have been sitting in my water cup.” – Letter from Vasilisa, #cleanWIP— ML Farb (@FarbMl) October 19, 2019
#CleanWIP ~ “You must be out of your mind, Jenny. You think I should apologize after the way that country-clubbing jerk treated me? Whose side are you on anyway? I should have known you’d bring up my temper again.” pic.twitter.com/6J3jnAiCPB— Earl Chinnici (@earlshelpdesk) October 6, 2019
They stood there, a somber, silent foursome. Levi thought about what a strange thing it was to just stand around in the dark, in the rain, waiting for a car that would most likely take him to his death, as though they were waiting for a ride to the airport. #CleanWIP— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) October 18, 2019
Fun Granny Excerpt!
By Jessica Marie Holt
“Henry, listen. That is Samantha Cooper at the door. She needs our help because she’s having . . . lady-troubles. Would you mind very much making yourself scarce for a while?”
Henry stared at her skeptically. “Lady-troubles?”
“Yes. Very personal lady-troubles.”
The doorbell rang again four times in a row. June jumped slightly. “Here, Henry,” she said, hurriedly shoving cookies into his hands. “Take these with you. Fresh out of the oven. You can eat them upstairs, In bed, if you want!”
Henry’s eyes widened, and his brow furrowed. “I can eat them . . . in bed,” he said slowly.
“Yes, yes! I’ll even let you read to me later from that book you like so much, and I won’t fall asleep this time,” she said.
Henry stared at the cookies with a familiar gleam in his eye. “Lady troubles.”
“Lots of lady-troubles,” said Ellie, nodding.
Henry shook his head. “All right. But I’m keeping an eye on you two.”
“Yes, Henry. You do that. But later.”
He sometimes imagined a new home, in a new place, where no trace of her existed, but it was useless. She floated in his shadow; she hovered at the edge of his consciousness; she inhabited his waking and sleeping dreams. –The Mission #CleanWIP— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) October 11, 2019
“Well. I have something to discuss with you.”— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) October 18, 2019
June was intrigued. She never knew where Ellie’s mind would go, but it was almost always somewhere interesting. “What is it?”
“The pact.” Her eyes sparked.
June set her coffee cup down firmly. #CleanWIP https://t.co/u99eP8DLuB
Ugh. I have to decide if I’m going to let a significant supporting character live or die. If they die it’ll break my MCs and I think I’ll cry.— Amy Klaus (@AmyKlaus6) October 19, 2019
I hate this part. Why can’t they just all get along? Why do they hate each other enough to kill?
Oh wait. #amwriting #cleanWip
From a WIP by CleanWIP Magazine’s very own Earl Chinnici – ~ We didn’t set out to be heroes, but heroes we became. I’m sure you’ve seen our faces on billboards and subway walls. We’re uncanny symbols of America’s determination and resilience. Some people claim we’re not human; some claim we’re not real. We want you to know we are. We do have feelings. ~
I stepped onto a west-facing balcony and gazed over the three-walled city as the rising sun lit the snow-dusted farmland beyond the cliff’s shadow, then the outer wall. It would be hours before the cliff’s shadow allowed the sun’s warmth on this balcony. #CleanWIP— ML Farb (@FarbMl) October 18, 2019
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
“So . . . that was interesting having Garrett here.” Rachel could hardly contain her smirk.— Katherine Karrol (@KarrolKatherine) October 11, 2019
“I didn’t notice.”
Shelby broke into giggles. “You should tell your face that.”#CleanWIP #amwriting #ChristianRomance
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#CleanWIP My father-in-law’s small truck was running in the driveway. (a 5-speed). He glanced out the window and drawled, “There goes my little truck. Wonder how far it’ll go.” My husband looked out the window then went running after it.— Laurean Brooks (@Laurean2) October 10, 2019
Coldness embraced me as I shed my emotions and entered the realm of shadow-walking. The shed emotions glowed in rainbow lights—lights that only another in the shadow realm could see. #CleanWIP— ML Farb (@FarbMl) October 17, 2019
The fire cracked and popped merrily. The dog snored gently. The paper felt smooth in his hand, and made a satisfying rustling sound when he turned each page. When he reached the sports section, he looked at his watch. Six o’clock. Right on schedule.–Arthur Flint Files #CleanWIP— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) October 11, 2019