Today’s #CleanWIP collaboration is Smile. [More info]
Use #CleanWIP with on-theme lines from a work-in-progress and your tweet might be included in a https://t.co/yUHUbxZp23 collaborative article for authors who lean clean and readers who love them. The #CleanWIP theme for Sunday, October 4, 2020 is SMILE. pic.twitter.com/sRZzEoBNUX
— CleanWIP Magazine (@cleanwip) October 4, 2020
~ Scott R. Rezer ~
From my current WIP, The Gambit Queen, Book Three of an historical fantasy…
He stared sidelong at her. A smile played across the handsome dark features of his face. He backed away through the columns toward the outer door of the Dome and disappeared into the darkness of the night.
His voice came back to her, echoing in the octagonal hall of the Qubbat al-Sakhra. I am the chosen one, my dear Mariamne. The beginning and end of all things in heaven, and earth, and under the earth. I am the Great Power…
The scent of bacon waffled under the door and found its way to his nostrils. Jerome knew his dad wasn’t cooking. Mom always said, ‘Your Daddy can’t boil water without scorching it.’
— John Wilde (@WriterJohnWilde) October 4, 2020
Frieda had come over to cook breakfast, she #smiled, “Morning, I hope you’re hungry.” #CleanWip
#CleanWIP Ryan's Reckless Bride: "At least we didn’t encounter Indians. The excitement might have been inviting and given me an adventure to tell my children.”
— Laurean Brooks (@Laurean2) October 5, 2020
“Children?” Ryan winced. The woman was a beauty, her smile winsome, but she’d not listed a thing about having children.
She glanced down at her empty ring finger and stretched her smile wider. There was time. She just had to be patient. She had waited over twenty years for a second chance at a happily-ever-after. What was a few more months, or a couple more years? #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) October 4, 2020
~ Earl Chinnici ~
(from a WIP with a female author/mechanic/hero protagonist—book’s title not yet public)
One day while I was working and the bosses were off having lunch, a handsome young man pulled up to one of the open bay doors. I recognized the parking decal in the windshield immediately; we attended the same college. I also recognized a sound coming from his truck indicating the engine wasn’t firing on all eight cylinders. In the engine repair business, we commonly refer to this telltale noise as a “miss” or we’ll say it is “missing on one of the cylinders,” so I didn’t give it a second thought as I welcomed him with a smile and said “Something seems to be missing.”
“Not any more,” he replied with a slow side-to-side shaking of his head as though he had discovered one of the universe’s best-kept secrets. “Not any more.”
“Your five grandchildren, and my six.”
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) October 4, 2020
“It’s not a competition.”
“Of course not!” Ellie looked at her with wide, innocent eyes. She dropped her gaze to her blouse and began playing with one of its sleeves. “But if it was,” she continued, smiling, “I would win.” #CleanWIP
