Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Left. [More info]
tl; dr: #CleanWIP theme for Thursday, August 13: LEFT— CleanWIP Magazine (@cleanwip) August 13, 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/5jId16Ucty
As he paid out, Gimpy asked the cashier, “Who can I get to take me to Casadora Island?”— John Wilde (@WriterJohnWilde) August 13, 2020
She smiled, “Casadora, oh, that would be Pele. He’s at the marina.
He thanked her and left to find him. The sun seemed to renew his spirits, and the gentle breeze lifted his soul. #CleanWip
Ellie’s green eyes gazed pensively somewhere just off to June’s left. Even her long gray curls looked melancholy.— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) August 13, 2020
“It has been the joy of my life to have a family, and see it grow and expand,” she said mournfully. #CleanWIP
He bowed his head. Tired. That was the word. He was tired. He didn’t have the energy left to feel disappointed, angry, or sad. #CleanWIP— Katelyn Buxton (@KBuxtonBooks) August 13, 2020
#cleanwip From Sweethearts New – Coming October 2020. “Is that true, Liam? Are you nothing more than a soldier anymore?”— Rachel A. Andersen – Sweet Romance Author (@AndersenRachel) August 13, 2020
Liam glanced at the door, suddenly wishing Cassie hadn’t left him alone to speak with his mother.
#ClleanWIP Half-Price Bride:— Laurean Brooks (@Laurean2) August 14, 2020
“I insist. I came after the doctor, anyway. My ma's sick.”
"I can walk," Emily argued, then yelped when she put weight on her foot. At least her purse was still intact, for the good would do. With four coins left, she could not pay a doctor's fee.
~ Earl Chinnici ~
In yesterday’s article, I mentioned how I started writing as I quit smoking gradually. Since my first paragraph that was later included in my debut contains today’s theme, I decided to share it. Other than my enthusiasm about removing some ashtrays from my home, I don’t know why I wrote this paragraph on a jagged scrap of paper and then jogged a quarter of a mile in less than five minutes and performed three chin-ups from a dogwood tree in my yard. Here is the first paragraph of my career as an author. Laugh if you want, but I wrote it with passion.
I have been smoking mostly outside for a while now. Sometime during the day today, I removed all but three ashtrays from my home. I washed eight ashtrays outside under a water hose and left them in the shed for my next yard sale!