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’s our fearless shepherd…or something like that, anyway.
I’m thrilled to report that I made it to everyone last week! Wahoo!
*twirls imaginary ten gallon hat*.
I’ve also gotten through the quarterly homeschool reports, which is always breathes in fresh air. Annalise has one section left of her first-ever state-mandated standardized test to complete, and she’s more than halfway through that. Once she’s finished, I’ll send it back to the testing company for scoring; write Letters of Intent to Homeschool for 2015-2016, create a peer review form for the boy, who doesn’t need to test this year, and start thinking about fourth quarter reports (we unschool year round; July 31 ends 2014-15, and August 1 begins 2015-16). The school district always runs late with its share of the paperwork, so I’ll likely have time before I’m required to submit IHIPs for the new year – still, there’s a lot to do in September, especially this year, as I will have a ‘high schooler’ who’s much more interested in getting his working papers and a real job…Tis the season for homeschool paperwork sowing, to be sure!
But none of that has anything to do with WIPpets, does it?
Words are being written. I’m past the halfway point for both JuNoWriMo and my current Kifo Island Chronicles novel, Generations. As I’m writing this post in the wee hours of Tuesday morning, I’m finishing the longest scene in the book, and the one I least wanted to write, because of the dysfunction…major, major dysfunction. I’m hoping to get done with this scene
before I sleep (okay, that didn’t happen; maybe before I sleep tonight, instead…), and that will let me start tomorrow’s writing on saner and safer emotional ground…
I forgot to include the premise, last week, so here it is again…
Can Kifo Island help three generations of a wounded makeshift family coexist despite the forces and secrets that tear them apart, or will time run out for the dying grandmother, the abusive stepfather, and the brilliant, traumatized little girl caught in the middle?
In this snippet, Gladys is attempting to ensure that Airisu will be safe, even after her death, when she learns something sobering that gives clues about the type of situation the child came from –
Today is June 17, 2015.
Seventeen lines, plain and simple. If you happen to count and find eighteen; you’re mistaken. No eighteenth line legally exists in this WIPpet.
“Hidden and Handled”
“You mean, she doesn’t legally exist?”
“I’m afraid so.” Donovan toyed with the band of his hat, which dangled in his hands. The papers were spread thick across his desk, and his white-blonde hair was standing up where he’d dragged his hands through it. He was wearing his shades, so Gladys couldn’t see his eyes, but she didn’t need to to hear the fatigue in his voice, or the unaccustomed drooping of his posture. “There’s no record of her birth, no schooling, no doctor’s visits, nothing that even says that she’s alive now.”
“How can that happen to anyone, in this day and age? Everything’s computerized, even birth.”
“Not necessarily.” He frowned, and turned half away, and Gladys could feel that he didn’t want to say what he was thinking.
“I don’t know very much about the circumstances of how my grandson met Airisu’s mother, and I’ve never asked. Aijo was a sweet woman, but it was clear from the first that she’d lived scared for a long time, and that, no matter how much she loved her daughter – and she did, of that I have no doubt whatsoever – she couldn’t promise her safety. I also know that Howard has certain – pastimes – he’d rather I didn’t know about. Now, I don’t pry into his life-it’s his business, not mine – but I think I have an idea of how he might have met her.”
“So do I.” The young man’s voice was gentle and compassionate. “And, in cases like that, sometimes, births are hidden, and handled, you might say, ‘in-house’. Documentation might bring up unwanted questions; and the answers might bring trouble, so the decision is made, and usually not by the mother, to simple take care of the matter without telling anyone about it.”