Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Cause. [More info]
tl; dr: #CleanWIP theme for Thursday, August 27: CAUSE— CleanWIP Magazine (@cleanwip) August 27, 2020
Long version: We’re playing hashtag games to find authors who prefer the clean end of the spectrum & highlight their words for readers who love them.
Longest version: https://t.co/Oj6maiYSYB #amReading #amWriting pic.twitter.com/l3MMwoNbRu
Saturday in the park, folks brought their picnic baskets and blankets. The sky got dark, a weather siren began to wail, tornado warning. A woman laughed insanely. I asked, “What’s so funny?”— John Wilde (@WriterJohnWilde) August 27, 2020
She said, “Well, cause it’s 2020, and I may get blown away wearing a mask.” #CleanWip
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: “Hey, boy, I was just joshing. I take care of you every day. Wouldn’t you rather I brushed you than the pretty lady?”— Laurean Brooks (@Laurean2) August 28, 2020
Copper shook his mane in a negative gesture and Emily giggled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause discord between you and your horse.”
“Tell me about you and Uncle Nathaniel. When you were young. Were you like Mary and me? Good friends who fought from time to time?”— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) August 27, 2020
Daddy was quiet for a long time. Betty wondered if he was too unwell to talk, or if she had caused him pain with her question. #CleanWIP
Free short story!— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) August 27, 2020
“I will wait,” he said. His voice was lilting and mellow then. “But only if you do something for me.”
“Anything, George, name it.”
“Forgive me. And go on.”
Free from today (8/27) through Saturday (8/29). Enjoy. ♥️ https://t.co/4aXlV7pxI6 pic.twitter.com/KsjtP1ggs2
~ Earl Chinnici ~
Sharing a few lines from one of my works-in-progress. This one’s a fictitious adventure about an author named Jenny who became an uncanny hero and symbol of America’s resilience after terrorists accidentally ruined her debut book signing. Here, she writes about the first date with her fiance, Charlie.
We stopped at a burger joint as we made our way to the rodeo. I don’t remember exactly what we ate, but I recall ordering two number sevens all the way. It’s funny how my mind works sometimes. I often remember something trivial yet forget a seemingly more important detail from around the same time. Maybe it didn’t matter in the first place. I suspect this happens to me more often when I’m excited. I tend to focus on the ludicrous to avoid thinking about whatever is the cause of my excitement. In this case, it was Charlie.