Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It’s hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys! She may be less physically present for a bit, but she’s still our fearless shepherd…or something like that, anyway.
Today’s WIPpet is brought to you by CampNaNoWriMo…
Transitions chronicles the intersecting and changing lives of Barry, Terrance, and Corinne…with unexpected tangles and angles.
This will be the last WIPpet for this project, at least for this draft. But, if you’re loving it, don’t panic – I’ve got another #8sunday post planned, and, if I haven’t wrapped up the novel by Saturday, and the SoCS prompt fits, there could be a longer excerpt then, as well.
And as a recap, here are the bits I’ve shared, in chronological (ish) order:
- Ready for Something New?
- “Until Today?”
- “By All The Nebulae in the Galaxy”
- Today is April 15, 2015.
- Adding the digits of the year gives you eight sentences for the day.
Today we’re going back to Corinne’s POV.
She was posing for Terry when he had a heart attack. Barry had been with him, ever since, and she’s been plagued by the idea that she was somehow responsible…she’s trying to figure out where she goes from here, and wait for Barry and Terry to do the same.
It was that simple.
And it wasn’t. As the days stretched, she went to the shop. It was quiet; this wasn’t a busy season, here, and she had only a few sessions, a class for a group, and some customers come to buy pottery. The rest of the time, she sat, with a ball of clay in her hands, or a lump on her wheel, shaping it into something, only to let it collapse into nonbeing.
She was sitting with her hands in the slip bucket, idly feeling the textures on her skin, thinking nothing, when Barry suddenly stood outside the door, staring at her.
Corinne was still trying to decide what to do – about him, and Terry; and right now, this minute – when he almost yanked the door open to stand inside it, dragging his hand through hair that looked bedraggled. It matched the exhausted man.
So, what’s next for these two? Do they surrender to the desire and connection that are brewing between them, or not? Do they figure things out, or stay lost?
Well, if I told you all that, wouldn’t it sort of spoil the fun of finding out for yourself?
But I’m not totally secretive….If you want a clue about what happens some time after this, try “All Business”.
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