Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Shelf. [More info]
Use the #CleanWIP hashtag 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 Thursday, February 27 is SHELF. pic.twitter.com/47jmaPnfIy
— CleanWIP Magazine (@cleanwip) February 27, 2020
Our BOOK article yesterday shows off many published works from authors who often contribute via the #CleanWIP hashtag game. I wish we could have included everyone, but… well… we’re just not quite that organized yet. https://t.co/Kw0THoGvsd #amReading #amWriting #amPublishing
— CleanWIP Magazine (@cleanwip) February 27, 2020
#CleanWIP HALF-PRICE BRIDE: Emily held her breath. Ducking down another aisle, she knocked three cans off a shelf. They rolled across the wood floor.
— Laurean Brooks (@Laurean2) February 27, 2020
“What was that noise?” Clemons asked.
“Just cans falling,” Mrs. Payne explained. “It happens if they aren’t stacked just right.”
The cave widened into a sand floored room. Cracked leather lay in one corner, all that was left of our beds. Animals would have eaten the straw we’d slept on. A few split wooden bowls and spoons sat on a #shelf in the wall. Blackened stones formed a fire ring. #cleanWIP
— ML Farb (@FarbMl) February 27, 2020
~ Scott R. Rezer ~
From my soon to be published novel, The Haberdasher’s Wife:
Stacks of books lay strewn about the small office. She had searched the study all morning, pulling down every volume of the massive collection of books lining the floor-to-ceiling shelves, and found nothing. She was certain she would find something tucked into the front cover of one of the books. She had rifled through the drawers of the large desk. Nothing. The drawers of two large letter cabinets yielded the same. Nothing escaped her search. She found notebooks, family records, newspapers, and decades of letters written to a host of well-known men, but nothing that hinted at a scandal or secret between her parents.
I wanted to bet the butcher $50 that he couldn’t reach the meat on the top shelf. He said, “No, the steaks are too high.”
— Ralph Nelson Willett (@NorthernOvation) February 24, 2020