It’s Friday! Here’s the scoop on #CleanWIP Relaxed Fridays.
Relaxed Fridays. No #CleanWIP theme on Fridays. Just use the hashtag to share INTERESTING teases from a family-friendly WIP or PUBLISHED WORK (with link) & your tweet might be included in the https://t.co/yUHUbxZp23 Relaxed Friday collaborative article. https://t.co/iCuPzhtLNK pic.twitter.com/9SuVIdbx0L— CleanWIP Magazine (@cleanwip) October 25, 2019
#CleanWIP The songs he played chased away dark thoughts and sad feelings. I didn’t know anything about this mysterious man, but I did know he poured his soul into his music, and that’s when I knew I loved him. https://t.co/wmNytmBQIY pic.twitter.com/jx78UQPcmW— Katy Huth Jones (@KatyHuthJones) October 25, 2019
How is this for a frosting of purple flowers at @BlueMountainsBG? Felicia fruiticosa subspecies fruiticosa. Not sure why this is not a more popular garden plant. Look at the flower power. Commonly called Shrub Aster and a native of the Western Cape Province of South Africa. pic.twitter.com/D9FdDesTKN— Jimmy Turner (@TexanInOz) October 25, 2019
Finnegan rolls through the garden of weeds.— Katie Gilstrap (@ByKatieGilstrap) October 25, 2019
He paws at the petals and sniffs at the seeds.
His siblings join in as he squeals with delight,
“I’m so very glad I came out here tonight!”#WriteAskew #AmWriting #KidLit #PictureBook #OwnVoices #Anxiety #Agoraphobia #STEM #FinneganFox pic.twitter.com/yKIWPKRybB
Was she…was she daring him? Tyrel assessed her too-sweet tone, the sly twist of her lips. Oh yeah. He was without a doubt being dared. It didn’t fit with any of her other behavior so far. Nevertheless, he felt a need to rise to the challenge.#amwriting #cleanWIP— Lea Carter (@LeaCarterWrites) October 25, 2019
God knows what I need much better than I do. He is good and I can #trust Him. If rain is what it takes for me to experience Him more fully, let it fall. #Godcares #Godprovides via @emilyrconrad https://t.co/FIOGauGd1M— Penelope Marzec (@penelopemarzec) October 25, 2019
The sunlit throne room echoed with angry noblemen. Ten of them huddled like grouchy sheep at the bottom of my dais, an impromptu committee to help me mend my ways. Two guards stood on either side of me, and eight more watched close by. None had drawn weapons—yet. #cleanWIP— ML Farb (@FarbMl) October 25, 2019