In 2021, we plan to -publish the sixth (and final!) Mage Saga book -publish at least one other book -write (draft) 500,000 words -revamp our author website -start a newsletter (yes, we're a bit behind on this one🙂)
While I hope that 2021 is better than what has just passed, we need to remember that the New Year is just a construct created by humanity to divide time into manageable chunks, based on the planet’s journey around its star. In real terms it has no more significance than that.
#cleanwip “Showoff. Grumbling, she stuffed the rest of her peanut butter toast in her mouth and chewed furiously while she double-checked her bag.“Sure would be nice to know what we’re doing.” Her shoe came undone and she stopped with a groan to retie it.https://t.co/g8QkOlj0UBpic.twitter.com/HaugMMVzcF
With a cup of coffee in hand, Jerome watched out the window as snowflakes fell. Beverly came in with hot biscuits covered in Raspberry Jam. She said, “Are you cold, darling?” “No, I’m fine, dear.” They knew his life’s journey would end soon. True love sheds no tears. #CleanWip
Since so many had a longer than usual weekend, we don’t want to confuse readers. December 27 is Sunday. Now that we have that settled, we think you’ll enjoy this beautiful poem, recently posted (on a Monday) by a writer we follow.
We didn’t know it but We were rich Snowflakes frosting our hair like diamonds Holding court in the frozen air, An endless kingdom Before our eyes Daylight ours and night ours too You were by my side and I had everything#MondayFic
A Message of Hope: Clean Fantasy Authors D. Art and Kay McKinney Release Fifth Book in Series on December 26, 2020.
Hope Never Lost, the fifth book in the Mage Saga series, continues the story of Achron Windslo, the white mage once thrust outside of time, now tasked with rebuilding a nation from nearly nothing. Can the growing population of mages in Empleheim find a place in a world that will not understand their very existence and fears the power they possess? And beyond just the wary eyes of their neighbors, the last of the great mages speaks of a far greater danger, one that threatens more than just their world. The quiescent powers in Achron’s family may well prove to be the hope everyone needs. Building on a series dedicated to exploring the themes of family and virtue, Hope Never Lost presents an adventure that is both clean and exciting, didactic and enjoyable. The Mage Saga is a sweeping fantasy tale of action, surprise, humor, and courage.
It was a scary Christmas Eve here. A tornado destroyed at least one nearby home & the storm made a mess of the area causing a widespread power and Internet outage. We were down most of the evening through midnight. Thankful for this—and for each—day. #MerryChristmas#MuchLovepic.twitter.com/viFoaHFNLO
Ellie took a sip of June’s delicious punch and sighed happily. The party was a hit so far—guests were dancing to Christmas classics, kissing under the mistletoe, and posing for photos in front of June’s giant Christmas tree. #CleanWIP
Want to feel old? Fun fact: Most students still in high school were born ~after~ the movie The Matrix was released. And… If you had kids when the Schwarzenegger movie The Terminator was released, they’re over 32 years old now. Makes me feel old. What about you?
One minute crawled after the other, and eventually William came poking his sooty little face into the mess to complain that the orphanage he’d been dragged to was as cold as tinned winter. Tinned winter—the prison. It had been cold. Shivering, icy, morally, cold.#CleanWIP
A cold wind blew across the plains. A stranger drifted into Diablo. One look at him and you saw trouble. He holed up in the hotel, spending the #winter alone. One night he walked into the saloon and downed a few. He was gone at sun up, as was all the money in the bank. #vss365
All the gifts had been opened, and the cinnamon roll breakfast had been eaten. The tree lights shone, and the baubles and tinsel sparkled in the morning light. Christmas carols played softly on the stereo. #CleanWIP
Rescue us now from our den of iniquity. A sad, sweet carol sang daily by the confused. The pleasures of this world are few, but we enjoy them all. Yes, pay the Piper and suffer the cost. Led into temptation and enslaved, sing on my brother, join our delusion of harmony. #CleanWip
There’s no #CleanWIP theme on Fridays, but we still publish a fun collaboration. Share relevant news, interesting teases from a WIP or published work, or something else our readers might love. Book, profile, or blog links are also encouraged Fridays. [https://t.co/iCuPzhtLNK]
Reconnecting on MeWe We recently left Facebook and headed to MeWe where we reopened the official CleanWIP collaboration group as well as a public magazine MeWe page to mingle with both readers and authors who like to keep things clean. We’re revisiting Special Edition articles to help readers of MeWe get to know the magazine and the authors who often contribute. This past week, we reconnected with Daphne Self, a long time member of American Christian Fiction Writers. We do hope you’ll join us over on MeWe if you haven’t already, but only after you check out this fun book trailer of Daphne’s Alabama Days.
We have exciting new themes, fresh off the #CleanWIP theme truck! ~ Thursday, December 24: MISTLETOE Wednesday, December 23: MOVIE Tuesday, December 22: EXCHANGE Monday, December 21: WINTER Sunday, December 20, 2020: CAROL ~ https://t.co/cKOQurp6uS
Blair rubbed her tingling fingers together, thinking back to how he’d helped her to the bench. He was just being friendly. Right? “If you’re up to it,” he amended, mistaking her hand movement… He’d already forgotten her ‘invisible’ condition…#cleanWIP
~ Earl Chinnici ~ Thanks for your interest in this magazine and the creative people who often join in the CleanWIP fun. I founded CleanWIP Magazine in 2019, but I’ve been in the business of repairing Windows-based computers for more than fifteen years now. I only started writing in any serious fashion in 2011 as I quit smoking Tobacco Cigarettes gradually. That’s what they call that product anyway; it was stamped across the front of nearly every pack. The reality of what’s in most cigarettes won’t easily fit on the label, but I’ll return to the point at hand. I eventually published a memoir about my journey to quit smoking and become an author and today I share from my debut book a short tidbit about mending my home. ~ I became obsessed with removing the “nicotine yellow” from my home. If there was a film of cigarette residue coating something that I could do without, and I was unable to wipe it clean or run it through the washing machine a few times, it was history. Off to the curb it went where it patiently waited for a prepaid ride to the county landfill. I even tossed a few things I could have easily wiped clean, simply because they were almond in color and that color reminded me all too well of the nicotine. To the extent possible, I wanted to repair the damage I had caused to the interior of my home and remove all of the signs of my severe addiction to cigarettes. I did not need these things to ensure I would never forget how horrific this addiction was for me. There were plenty of other handy reminders.
Be devoted to one another in brotherly love; give preference to one another in honor, not lagging behind in diligence, fervent in spirit, serving the Lord; rejoicing in hope, persevering in tribulation, devoted to prayer…
He contemplated the strangeness of it as he sipped the hot beverage. Keena joined him with her own tea. They were talking idly, but Achron knew they had the same unspoken thought going through their heads.#fantasy#CleanWIP (tea) #InternationalTeaDay
I keep feeling like I need to have everything done this week. But Christmas is not until NEXT Friday. So maybe we could relax and bake cookies with no work or school on the calendar next week. I like this plan.
“That would be absolutely fabulous,” Blair meant it, too, “but I think Erin would rather you saved your energy for your date tonight.” …she had a sneaking suspicion that her brother planned to ask Erin to marry him before Christmas.#CleanWIP
Sometimes my characters follow the plot just fine.
Sometimes my MC is chasing butterflies, the antagonist is throwing eggs at my windows, and the antihero and his best friend are arguing over the benefits of adding chokecherries to their moonshine.#AmWriting#WritingProblems
He felt a change coming over him, and his spirits were rising. It is what so many people have that he’d lost, that peaceful easy feeling. Staring at the ocean, Gimpy found himself in harmony with the world, reviving an empty soul that couldn’t have survived much longer. #CleanWip
If you market books as CLEAN and there’s something you’d like to share with readers (new release announcement, fun blog post, free book deal, pet koala pic…) just mark one relevant tweet with #CleanWIP on any Friday to help us find your great content. https://t.co/iCuPzhtLNKpic.twitter.com/xA2o4QMFoH
Blogging Challenge Day #11: “What is your favorite Christmas tradition?” Be sure to visit my blog post to find my answer. And feel free to answer the prompt here or over on my blog! https://t.co/qMAR7d3mOH
It’s that time again and I’m so blessed to be home to enjoy it and have chemo and radiation behind me. I don’t know about y’all but that duck looks straight out of Florida. Lol. Decorating done, lights hung in windows, dreidels filled, Happy Chanukah ! G-d bless & keep you! pic.twitter.com/Ejc9gKAZlu
~ Earl Chinnici ~ Here’s a peek deep inside my debut book, Maybe You Should Move Those Away From You, that I began writing as I quit smoking gradually. Trying to make my home—that I had erroneously expected would last my lifetime—smell normal was an enormous undertaking. — In addition to my obsession about removing the cigarette residue from my home, I also put forth much effort to improve the odor of my surroundings. The fresh paint helped diminish the smell of smoke, but it was not exactly the pleasant “new home” smell I had in mind. I used a little bit of incense, candles, sticky air fresheners, and also the type of air fresheners that you plug into a wall outlet. All of these helped considerably. One of my favorite forms of smell modification was the gelatinous air fresheners. These seemed to work best of everything I tried. Once I found out about the truly amazing power of these cone-shaped gelatinous wonders of the world, I purchased dozens of the raspberry scented ones and then placed them strategically throughout my home. I placed two in the living room, three in the master bedroom, one on the kitchen table with two others nearby, two in the bathroom, and two in my office. My home may have qualified as the raspberry capital of the southern states.
But today I don’t walk past and pretend to hear nothing. This time, the trees yell. I look around to see if anyone else hears it, but, as always, they pass me without even noticing that I’m there.#CleanWIP theme: pretend
Sam watched him curiously, proving to be a very unhelpful human sign-post, and within moments Prissy appeared behind him looking like the figurehead on the ship of ill-will. Timothy pretended to sniff the flowers.#CleanWIP Pretend
No one would #pretend in the sweet hour of prayer as freedom lay trapped in an old wooden cross. By faith, their prayers turned into sap. It began to ooze from the cross, mingling with the blood of innocence. What began as a trickle grew into a river of liberty for all. #CleanWip
Coryn is vacuuming while wearing her #AmongUs hat. I come up behind her and pretend to stab her. Coryn: Why? Me: You were doing your tasks. I'm the imposter. Coryn: I need a mom with a better sense of humor.
Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Harbor. [More info]
Photo by Peggy Choucair
Use our favorite hashtag with on-theme lines from a WIP or published book today and your tweet might be included in our https://t.co/yUHUbxZp23 collaborative article. December 7 is National Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day and we’ve chosen HARBOR as today’s #CleanWIP theme. pic.twitter.com/lwvjRnFL98
In 2009, the US Senate passed a resolution to establish National Miners Day as an official day to honor miners and to reflect upon their many great accomplishments and sacrifices. The date of December 6 was chosen out of particular respect to the 1907 mining tragedy in Monongah, West Virginia. So, while much of our article today might reflect a different meaning of the word, we nonetheless thank those who risk everything to gather the raw resources for the products we use.
“June, it’s a phase. She’ll grow out of it.”
June glared at Ellie, her gray eyes sparking. “You mind your children, I’ll mind mine.”
Ellie tilted her head, trying to suss out how far she should push to make her point. June was particularly crabby lately. #CleanWIP
#CleanWIP We arrived at the fairgrounds just before sundown. As Charlie shut off the truck, he turned to me and said, “Don’t move.” Without even giving me a moment to respond, he exited the vehicle and shut his door. Seconds later, he opened mine grinning brightly.
“What is happening?” Omen replied. “It seems some old ‘friends’ of mine aren’t happy I stopped playing their game.” Achron elaborated. “Undead, black mages, and enough regular soldiers to prevent wiping them out in a single blast.” "The Zephyr is ready." #CleanWIP (mine)
“Mine’s shiny, too,” Ellie said. “I think that’s the best part!” She grinned and opened up her long dark red embroidered wool coat to show June. Her leotard had thin, metallic rainbow stripes in a chevron pattern, and her tights were a sparkly purple. #CleanWIP
There’s no #CleanWIP theme on Fridays, but we still publish a fun collaboration. Share relevant news, interesting teases from a WIP or published work, or something else our readers might love. Book, profile, or blog links are also encouraged Fridays. [https://t.co/iCuPzhtLNK] pic.twitter.com/oikgxUmWiG
New to MeWe We recently moved from Facebook to MeWe and our site stats show we’re rebuilding our social presence stronger than ever. Since we’re so new to MeWe, we’re revisiting many favorite articles on our new magazine page there. We’re also reconstructing our collaboration group for authors, poets, bloggers, and other creative people. We hope you’ll join us there if you haven’t already. Private group for creators: https://mewe.com/join/cleanwip Public page for readers and creators: https://mewe.com/p/cleanwipmagazine But, Earl, we are friends: https://mewe.com/i/chinnici
He politely informed her that Mr. Krantz had the right to put anything he wanted on his own roof, provided it wasn’t illegal or hazardous. And he wouldn’t take June’s word for the fact that Sparky the Snowman was, in fact, a hazard. #CleanWIP
Flickering lights from plastic #reindeer sparkled and danced on the snow. The old neighborhood #mutt paced the street. #Silent. Matted fur, gnarled face. He dutifully kept a sharp watch on playful children. Protecting them from lurking shadows.#vsschristmas#CleanWIP#vss365
Noisy crowds. Christmas music blaring. A man approached. #Silent. A large #mutt trotted at his side. Judging by his rugged looks, he was no stranger to a gym. A Celtic #reindeer tattoo on his forearm. Gravelly accent. Asked if she wanted to dance.#vss365#CleanWIP#vsschristmas
~ Earl Chinnici ~ (This is likely the lengthiest teaser I’ve shared so far from this WIP. I’ve not yet released the name of it for public consumption.) — Dana excitedly told us how much she loved the book already and that she’d just picked it up the day before, hoping to find a way to handle the stress from an awful predicament she and her husband Mark were dealing with at the time. “It started early Friday morning about three weeks ago. We woke to a horrific sound. Our dog Rocky must’ve reckoned it was after his food. I thought he was about to scratch a hole through the door. We worried he’d jump the fence if we let him out.” “What happened next, Dana?” I asked. “Well, I thought it might be a delivery truck at first, but it sounded more like a tank. Mark said he didn’t see any reason someone would have a tank out there, but he wrapped himself up appropriately and said if he wasn’t back in ten minutes, I should call the police and let them know we’re under attack.” “What,” I interjected. Dana continued. “That’s exactly what I said. Then he told me he’s just kidding but ensured me that one look at Rocky would send even the worst of enemies trucking. Mark growled and then added ‘I’ll be back before you can spell onomatopoeia backwards.’ ‘I hope that horrible noise is gone long before then,’ I tell him. ‘I love you, baby cakes.’ Oh wow. Are you going to edit this?” Dana has such a soothing voice. It’s ideal for radio. I reminded her the show is aired live, then urged her to continue. “Oh my.” She chuckled, obviously a little embarrassed. “Well, Mark returned about fifteen minutes later…