The #CleanWIP theme for March 16, 2021 is PARTICULAR. [More info]

Photo by Erik Karits

Earl Chinnici ~
I understand busy. Ever since I published, the work has been non-stop. Although I expected being a guest on Write Connections would be a great way to advance my career even further, my debut book had already touched the hearts of many readers. Several thousand had already connected with me via online social networks and at smaller local events.
Due to the large outpouring of local support, most of my readership at the time was within a fifty-mile radius. However, thanks to one particular friend telling her friends and relatives, I already had a surprising number of fans in Kansas too.
I wrote about my friends in Kansas and how I love them dearly and about how butterflies danced inside of me as I heard my host welcome each guest. “Hi. This is Rachel of the Write Connections morning show and I’m here with Jenny Foster…


Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Certain. [More info]

From the upcoming The Haberdasher’s Wife by Scott R. Rezer.
Her brother was never good at hiding his displeasure. She often wondered if their father had been same. Anton’s eyes narrowed, his gaze dark and turbulent. His thick, brooding eyebrows too often reminded her of winter storm clouds just before they broke over the rough waters of the Bodensee.
“I’ve heard certain rumors circulating throughout the city that trouble me,” he said, biting down on the stem of his pipe. “Rumors about you, Johanna.”
“You need to be more specific. Tongues have always wagged in Überlingen about our family, Anton. Not everyone in this city likes us. Father had enemies as well as allies, and too many of those friends are now gone.”
“All the more reason not to feed the whispers with the way you conduct yourself in public.”
There it was—he had said it. Finally. She had waited for months for him to mention her secret trysts and late night rendezvouses with Friedrich. She knew she hadn’t been discreet enough, even when she tried. Last night was only the latest example. But she didn’t care. Not any longer.
“How I conduct myself, is my affair, Anton—not yours.”