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.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Witt.
I didn’t get around to visit everyone last week, which is really sad, since there weren’t many of us who posted. My only self-defense is that, after months of having a teen and pre-teen who wanted to cocoon in their rooms most of the time, my daughter has exploded into a more social mode. At the same time, my Accomplice and I are taking advantage of his unemployment to get two workouts together each week – a fitness-oriented “date day.”
Then, on Saturday, the kids and I took advantage of No-Fee day at national parks, and continued our Hamilton-inspired local research with a trip to the Saratoga Battlefield. Sunday was my usual write-in with my local NNWM group….
This week looks to be even busier, so I plan to start reading everyone’s posts tomorrow – something a bit easier to focus on after a workout. I’m hoping that will ease the problem..because I want to get to everyone!
Ava grew on me during the writing of her story. She was a constant revelation. Her struggle is compelling. For me, it goes beyond the issue of whether people should be allowed to choose the manner of their death. She encapsulates my personal attitudes about how children deserve to be treated. It’s an honor to share her voice with you!
In advocating for a dying girl seeking emancipation from controlling parents, can an overburdened young woman and a lonely young man find a future together?
This passage has been rough-edited (trust me, you don’t want to see the muddled-beyond-hope original version! My plan is to begin creating a more structured revision plan once the 24 scenes pass through my local crit group (which isn’t happening very quickly, at the moment).
Your input is gratefully accepted, and might go a long way toward making this a better novel!
Today is September 28, 2016
I‘ve got 10 sentences today. Here’s the math: 2+8=10 (adding the digits of the date).
For a few eternities, the word just hung there in her mind, useless and unconnected to anything else, like it really was a bubble.
To Float Free
They couldn’t drown. They could pop, but they couldn’t drown, because all their air was contained inside their bodies, and they floated safely up to the surface of things, to where there was more air, and they could lift and soar and float up into the wide-open sky.
Ava longed to float up into that sky, or at least see it one more time before she died. Hadn’t she come to a place where she could see the sky whenever she wanted?
But now she was drowning, and she couldn’t make this dream stop. What did people say? If you died in a dream, you were dead in real life, too?
She didn’t want to die. She wanted to float free, like the bubbles dancing in the wide open sky.
Will Ava die in her dream?
Will that translate to actual death?
Can she float free like a bubble?
Is there a message here?
Next week, we’ll learn more.
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