Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Swap. [More info]
tl; dr: #CleanWIP theme for Thursday, September 10: SWAP— CleanWIP Magazine (@cleanwip) September 10, 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/bn4vTdahfW
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Abilene did not exist until the railroad came through. Before, they'd traded in Buffalo Gap. But with Abilene nine miles to the north, the ranch lay halfway between the towns. According to Alissia, Abilene boasted a larger variety of stores for ladies.— Laurean Brooks (@Laurean2) September 11, 2020
~ Earl Chinnici ~
(from a WIP, the name not yet for public consumption)
Charlie helped hold me together when Mom died and I knew he’d also hold me to my promise that I’d use a fair chunk of the money from the insurance policy she’d “fed for the past thirty years” toward an elaborate signing event within six months of publishing Live Happy Or Die Trying.
“Take it into the city,” she’d urged.
So I did. I planned a great book signing right in the heart of Atlanta.
Thirty days before the signing, I was to spend two hours with Rachel Sparks of the Write Connections morning show at Barnesville’s local radio and television station, WBRN. I’d talk with fans who called in and asked questions. At a semi-random moment of the show, primarily determined by a computer, a light on the studio’s soundboard would glow to signify the next two callers win a special prize—a luxurious evening of food and fun after the book signing for them and their dates with me and Charlie.
As part of the deal I had with the station, I received a copy of the audio from the show to use in marketing the book. I’d intended to use sound clips in commercials and have an edited version of the entire show playing softly at the signing until everyone was seated.
Since the doors to the signing were to open at 7:00 in the evening, I’d offer finger foods as they arrived. When the replay of the radio event finished, I’d read ten paragraphs my early fans had voted favorites, followed by a heartfelt talk about the secrets of living happily or as Mom put it, “Live happy, dear. Live happy or die trying.”