I spent five glorious days with my babies and family up in the cold Montana weather. I say cold, but it really wasn’t that cold. When there’s no snow on the ground and it’s the end of November, something is seriously wrong. I witness and participated in the baptism of my two youngest Godsons who are now nineteen weeks old.
Secondly, I spent yesterday, 100% all day, relaxing and doing absolutely no work. It was glorious.
I apologize for not getting around to anyones WIPpets a few weeks ago. Time seriously got away from me with NaNoWriMo, class papers being due (a nice and hefty 20 page research paper), Thanksgiving on a Tuesday where I ended up cooking unexpectedly and a death at the church. It’s been a cray ride. I also apologize for not doing WIPpet last week. So this week! Since it’ the last month in December, I’ll give you two WIPpets.
I posted one last week, just on my author facebook page, so some of you have already seen it. But it is one of those posts that I love. Secondly, for my actual WIPpet, I give you twelve sentences from chapter 8, titled Animaniac.
If you would like to join in WIPpet Wednesdays, all you have to do is create a blog post with your current Work in Progress, that somehow correlates to the date. Mine is twelve sentences for the month of December. Then you go to this linky here and link it up with all the others. And remember, we are all comment whores, so if you read someone’s WIPpet, make sure to leave a comment.
She pulled into the parking lot and looked around for the suspect and saw no one. Instead, she saw a group of kids standing on the sidewalk across the road, staring at something. Grace parked the cruiser and got out, shuffling over to the kids. She cocked her head at them and wondered why they were out of school before she turned to look in their direction.
Sure enough, a man in bright red pants, a blue polka-dotted shirt, a rainbow afro wig and shoes at least twenty-sizes too large was running down the street with a crowbar in his right hand. Grace sighed and shook her head, taking a second look at the suspect.
She bit her lip and glanced at the kids before starting to run after the runaway clown. Grace’s boots pounded on the sidewalk as she started to catch up with the obviously inbred idiot who tried to break into a car in the middle of the daylight in a busy parking lot in a clown costume. She huffed as she sped up to catch him more quickly.
Children and parents were lining the sidewalk at the commotion. Grace had the fleeting thought that someone had sent out a mass text to everyone on the block, telling them to come out and catch a good show. She drew in a sharp breath and shook the thought as she caught up with the suspect. She was amazed at how fast the inbred idiot could run in his shoes, and the fact that he didn’t trip in them. Had that been her, it would have been no contest.
WIPpet 2 (the twelve sentences one)
Planting her feet on the ground and glaring again at him, she walked him back to the car—a direction he was willing to go—and pushed him onto the cruiser. She gave him another pat down and then stood him up, looking him up and down.
The man shook his head.
“What is wrong?”
Again he shook his head.
“What’s your name?”
He shook his head and opened his mouth, a bumble of sounds and noises coming out. Grace stepped back and narrowed her eyes, realizing for the first time that the man couldn’t hear her. He was completely and totally deaf. He hadn’t even had enough hearing to learn how to speak. Grace bit her lip and shook her head.
Technically, she wasn’t supposed to handcuff him.
Thanks for joining!! Hope to see you all next week. Oh! And yes, I did finish NaNoWriMo–now I just have to finish the novel.