Just a quick update for you fellow WIPpeteers. Apparently I made my WIPpet post an ‘aside’ post rather than a standard one, thus somehow disabling the reply button. Well, it has now been fixed and comments are VERY welcome! Thanks to Adrian and Regi for pointing out the flaw to me. The problem wasn’t apparent on my smartphone (which is where 75% of my internet time resides usually). Now I’m home, though I have to go back out because I forgot to turn the headlights off on my car, so it is sitting dead in a parking lot. I may have completely killed my battery, so the hubby will more than likely be using his day off on Halloween to help get Clark up and running again.
Happy *almost* Halloween!! This is pretty much my favorite holiday. I love the decorations, I love how the seasons change and the weather becomes colder (and in the case of Utah, we get freak bouts of snow right before the holiday), and I enjoy the spooky or fun atmosphere you can choose to embrace. When I was younger, I used to really enjoy the scary aspect, but as I’ve grown older and been around my young nieces and nephews, I think I’ve really come to love the fun, charismatic version of Halloween.
So I had a choice, to give you a scary, tense excerpt. . .
or to give you a fun one…
Well, I chose a fun one. There was great response over my WIPpet piece a few weeks ago in which James reminisced of a blind date who had lit his pants on fire. His friend, Zeke (who had set him up with that lovely pyro-freak girl) , has shoved a piece of paper into his hand of yet another blind date. Terry sees how uncomfortable James is to tell Zeke no, and seeks to lend a helping hand.
Below are 19 sentences, and my math follows something like this. Today’s date is 10/30/2013. So 10+3+0+2+0+1+3=19.
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James looked up, confused over the random question. “Huh?”
Terry inclined his head and looked pointedly at the crumpled paper. “You’re staring at that thing like it’s going to bring the black plague.” He turned toward Zeke and raised his eyebrows. “If it does, please do not set me up with anyone. Ever. I like my pants.”
Zeke sputtered with indignation. “Hey, don’t blame me for one dud among a whole pool of beautiful ladies. This one is good, she’s got class.” He jerked his head toward James. “It’s Butter-boy here. He lets them all slip through his fingers.”
That stirred a reaction from James, whose hazel eyes widened incredulously. “Butter-boy?”
Zeke nodded, wiggling his fingers. “You’ve not given one chick I set you up with a call back. They fall right through the cracks.”
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Thanks to the fabulous K.L. Schwengel for hosting WIPpet, and for those who are interested, follow the link to some other fabulous writers (you could even be one of them!) I apologize for not getting around to everyone last week, quite a few of my evenings were tied up with activities. I will be better this week, because it’s the last week before NaNo starts and I plan to be a busy writer (Well, more like two more days before it starts, if you count today, but anywho). This will be my first NaNo! I need to figure out how to add an inner circle of friends on there so I have someone to report to and keep track. Adrian, if you’re reading this, I want you in that inner circle!
I think I need to set some kind of reminder on my phone about WIPpet Wednesdays. They sneak up entirely too fast and if I’m not thinking about the next day and enjoying the here and now, then POOF! I just don’t remember until I’m at work and can’t do anything about it.
So, straight to it. From chapter three of Spellbound, James is introduced. He and Terry are both Karate Sensei’s at Artie’s Gym. You don’t see it in this particular excerpt, but they’ve been sparring together just for fun. My WIPpet math goes as follows: it is the twenty-third day of the month, so 2+3=5. You get five paragraphs.
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God help him, Terry tried, but he couldn’t stop the prevailing emotions from surfacing. One look from James, no matter how often, would send a tingling jolt that began at his navel and shot off like a pistol in both directions.
He had been grateful for the job he’d landed at Artie’s Gym as a Karate sensei, feeling a profound sense of gratitude that he was one step closer to doing what he felt called to do. If his goal of becoming a Defender never materialized (which he knew was a long shot), he was developing his career in martial arts, something in and of itself he knew would provide life-long fulfillment. He got along well with the other sensei’s and enjoyed sparring with the professionals in his field, but when it came to James, there was a little extra spark that had made them click almost instantly. Terry had been working at Artie’s Gym only one month, yet the way he and James talked and shared their expertise felt like they had known each other for years. It was surprising the bond of camaraderie they formed in such a short span of time.
It thrilled Terry just as much as it unnerved him. He wasn’t trying to establish anything more with James than pure platonic friendship, yet his body just didn’t seem to get the same message. He hadn’t come to Harper’s Grove to have those kinds of thoughts plague him. This place was a fresh start for that.
Both he and James were relatively close in height, Terry sneaking in just an inch taller at six foot one. James had a fit muscular build that too many girls liked to ogle over—not to mention himself when he thought James wasn’t looking—short light-brown hair that was usually styled lightly with gel, hazel eyes, and an easy smile that provoked far too many hormones Terry worked hard to suppress.
Back in his home town, same-sex attraction wasn’t acceptable. He’d done so well to hide it there, so it made him nervous that now, in a town he truly wanted to belong to, he had to exercise more caution than he ever had to before.
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Hello fellow WIPpeteers! I am back from my Disneyland vacation, and am SO glad that I scheduled a few days of relaxation before returning to work. Me and the hubby pushed ourselves fairly hard. We went with my in-laws, and it was the first time I went with kids. Check out one of the many awesome shirts I found while I was there.
Ha! I love it.
Disneyland was a blast, and I came back with lots of cool stories, but frankly, my brain is fried right now.
That is mostly due to the fact that I was really excited to come back and write. Yesterday I only accomplished a whopping 414 words (had to do story and timeline research, which took more time than I wanted and then there was the fact that I was just plain tired). Tuesday, however, was different. Technically it’s still Tuesday as I am writing this, but as this WIPpet group is international and time zones vary greatly, I take advantage of that and post my WIPpet on Tuesday evening, because it works better with my schedule.
SO… where I was going with that, is I wrote 2,508 words today on chapter 14 of Spellbound, and that is the reason my brain is fried! It’s a happy, fulfilled kind of fried, but nonetheless, I’m jumping right into WIPpet math for the 16th of October. Here is 14 lines from chapter three of Spellbound. I seem to give you guys a lot of dramatic or serious excerpts, so here’s a lighthearted one. Here’s the math I went with in order to make 14 lines work. It’s the 10th month in 2013. So 10+3+1=14. Yup, I skipped the two.
To set up, I have introduced you to Terry, who’s the new guy in Harper’s Grove, but the other main character is James. Right now Terry is currently with James and his friend, Zeke. All of them work at Artie’s Gym. Yuna is another friend that is mentioned, though she isn’t in this particular scene. Zeke is trying to set up an unenthusiastic James with a double date.
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James’ eyebrows shot up momentarily before coming back down in a distinct line of frowning. He groaned. “Dude, another blind date?”
“She’s hot. I promise!”
James snorted. “Which one? Your date or mine?”
“You’ve seen both of them this time?”
“Yeah, dude. I got your back, don’t worry.”
James didn’t look convinced.
“I met them outside of Yuna’s class just a little bit ago,” Zeke went on. “They’re both school teachers and are really into yoga. Boy can they bend!”
James gave no indication that he cared. Brushing over the comment, he raised a quizzical brow. “The last one you set me up with liked to light things on fire. Like my pants. She thought that was an appropriate way to tell me she wanted them off after ten minutes of meeting me.”
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My fellow WIPpeteers, I had my first live blog talk radio interview on Monday!! I said waaay too many “uh’s” and rambled a bit long in parts and my throat was dry and I forgot to drink water even though the cup was sitting right next to me at the table, but… it would be great if you listened to it! *gives the puppy eyes*
It’s 31 minutes long, so I understand if that’s 31 minutes a bit too much, but hey! There’s a giveaway I’m doing! Listening to the interview is optional, but the giveaway is for anyone who comes to my site. It runs through rafflecopter and ends tonight at midnight MST. I’m trying to bolster my Facebook and Twitter following(@booksbysmiles).
Now, onto WIPpet Wednesday. I won’t be participating next week because I’ll be gone to Disneyland, something I am extremely excited for and have already begun packing even though me and the hubby don’t fly out until Sunday afternoon. You would think this is my first time going based on the excitement and non-stop talk I give about how much I love Disneyland, but in truth, this will be my fifth time going there. I am Disneyland fanatic for life!
So, WIPpet Wednesday. I am going back to Spellbound, because I just finished chapter thirteen this evening, and that has left me pumped! I take you to the second chapter of the story. Terry is instructing a karate pupil, Greg, in his second lesson. The six-year-old boy is taking the lessons seriously, something Terry has noted among his pupils at Harper’s Grove. I am giving you twelve sentences, because it’s the 10th month and the 2nd day of October.
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Greg was not the first pupil to show such grim determination at so young an age for mastering everything Terry was teaching. No, he had a full day ahead with other pupils of varying ages with that same look in their own eyes.
It brought him back to his own memories of when Karate was first introduced in his life. He was Greg’s age. At six years old, he had learned similar lessons that no young child should have to learn: what it was like to lose someone. Greg had lost his father during the Annual Fair catastrophe. Terry had lost both of his parents in an automobile accident.
His parents had gone out for a date, but were hit and killed by a drunk driver. He hadn’t found out about it until the next morning, surprised to walk out of his bedroom into a house filled with policemen and a caseworker instead of his parents. The babysitter – a sixteen year old girl whose name he didn’t remember – was nowhere in sight. She had been the first babysitter he’d ever had. After that night, though, he’d had more than he ever cared to remember.
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