Happy WIPpet Wednesday everyone!!!!!!!!
If you didn’t see my post from yesterday, please check it out, or better yet, head over to KL Schwengel’s page, because she has a cover for her new book Emergence to brag about.
Now, onto a little bit of sad news. I may be in hiatus for the next month and a half. If I take time for anything, it will be editing, but mostly, I am dedicating my time toward studying for a certification test for my work. The test takes place in May sometime, and if I pass, it will earn me a financial increase. It’s something I need to do. It doesn’t mean I won’t be plugging away at writing, but I would feel awful for participating in WIPpet Wednesdays and not taking the time to reciprocate the much-appreciated gesture of reading your work as you are reading mine. I need to dedicate time to studying, so therefore, that is why you may notice another (longer) absence from me.
Remember that post at the beginning of the year, where I mentioned the month of December had been particularly hard on me? I want to let you know I’m doing better. MUCH better, actually. There was that pesky thing called anxiety/depression, and I finally went on medication. It has helped me out in the way I have needed it, and let me tell you, it feels liberating. I am beginning to love myself. That’s hard for me to do, believe it or not. It’s a vulnerable thing to confess to, but. . . I suppose I’m feeling reckless. Or insane. Or maybe the new ruby red slippers that I have were more magical than my other ones. Either way, onto WIPpet Wednesday, eh?
This is again from my Superman fanfic, Will You Be Mine. It’s March 12, so 12 paragraphs from chapter Four. Clark is with Miss Wingham, inside the mansion that he has seen from his dreams. Dreams that involve a distressed female spirit asking him to help her. Miss Wingham has pulled out a Ouija Board so that the two of them can try and call the spirit out to communicate.
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He heard Miss Wingham take several deep breaths before she called out in a low, solemn whisper. “We call upon the spirit of Amelia Rose Palliser Johnston and invite you to commune with the living.”
Quite suddenly, Clark felt a light tug on his right pants pocket. A moment later a burning sensation started, like a small pinprick that steadily grew until it felt like a cigarette lighter was attempting to brand itself into his skin, a highly unusual sensation for Clark’s alter ego to experience.
“Ouch!” he exclaimed, letting go of the planchette and clapping a hand over his thigh. Immediately the burning stopped, but under Clark’s palm, he felt a small bulge from inside his pants pocket. Miss Wingham looked at him with mild curiosity as he reached in and drew out the only object that was in his trousers: a clay-red metal band.
What in the world?
Clark stared at the ring in flabbergasted awe.
“What is that?” Miss Wingham asked.
“It’s a . . . ring,” Clark answered lamely.
“Yes, I see that,” she replied a bit tartly. “I was asking what significance it has, why you pulled it out so suddenly into our séance.”
“I’ve only seen this ring in my dreams,” Clark replied softly, more to himself than to her. “Rose. She . . . she showed this to me. How did it end up in my pants pocket? There was nothing in there.”
At those words, Miss Wingham’s pale blue eyes lit up. She took a sharp intake of breath. “She’s communicating with you already, don’t you see?”
Clark looked at Miss Wingham in bewilderment. “With a ring? Why this? What am I supposed to do with it?”
“Rings generally have only one use, Mister Kent,” Miss Wingham replied dryly. “My guess is she wishes you to put it on.”
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