Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Old. [More info]
That old law about ‘an eye for an eye’ leaves everybody blind. The time is always right to do the right thing. ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.
tl; dr: #CleanWIP theme for Monday NOV 4 is OLD— CleanWIP Magazine (@cleanwip) November 4, 2019
Long version: We’re playing author hashtag games to find readers and authors who prefer the clean end of the spectrum.
Really long, very informative version: https://t.co/Oj6maiYSYB We hope you’ll join us. #amReading #amWriting pic.twitter.com/RDdhmeyh71
I pulled my mouth out of the quick grin and back into solemness. I must act much older than my seventeen years. Tomorrow, I’d turn eighteen, and they’d respect me more, or at least shout less. #CleanWIP (theme: old)— ML Farb (@FarbMl) November 4, 2019
I rubbed my lower back, “You don’t understand. Dee is old, and old people have to rest sometimes.”— John Wilde (@WriterJohnWilde) November 4, 2019
A big grin came on the boy’s face, “Dee, you’re not old. You just look old.”
That boy always knew how to make me laugh.
#CleanWIP (theme OLD)— Katy Huth Jones (@KatyHuthJones) November 4, 2019
“You will never be old to me, Lord Owain.” Dolan held back a smile lest the man think he was mocking him. “I only hope to be as young as you are someday.”
Owain roared with laughter, catching Dolan’s double meaning.
Melchius drew himself out of his reverie and blinked owlishly at Frank. The old wizard wore his usual patched and frayed robe and sat on his horse as if getting on it had been an afterthought, something unconnected with the deep thoughts he was perpetually pondering. #CleanWIP— Sarah (@globalnomad92) November 4, 2019
“What else are you planning to do? Hang around with your old grandma every day for company? I want to see you as happy as you were in that photo over there.”— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) November 4, 2019
“I was three!”
“That doesn’t matter. The point is, you’ve lost that spark you used to have.” Accidentally Yours #CleanWIP
#CleanWip The old man seated across the aisle rolled his head back and whined, “Looks like they’d have a little consideration for folks taking a nap, and not blow that inferior whistle at every dinky little town along the tracks.”— Laurean Brooks (@Laurean2) November 4, 2019