It’s been a while since I’ve done WIPpet. It’s also been a while since I’ve written and posted on this blog. I’m attempting to get back on track with this writing stuff and back into the habit of writing everyday.
I’ve joined up with ROW80 this round in an attempted to basically write one short story every ten days. It’s not going well. I still only have 2500 words that I wrote the first day, but I’m going to share some of it today.
The idea for this series of short stories is romance shorts based on the beatitudes. There are eight beatitudes in total, and each short story will be a minimum of 15,000 words, totaling 120,000 words when I finish all eight. I have all but 3 planned with basic plots, and I’ve been working on the second beatitude since that plot came easiest for me. Each short story will take place in Kansas (where I’m currently stationed) thus making the theme complete.
I do hope I can finish them all so I can publish these. =P But it’s romance so maybe it was a bad idea to write romance to get me back into the game since it’s not my strongest genre. Oh well, only time will tell.
WIPpet Wednesday is a day where we post snippets from our Work In Progress. It’s got one very simple rule: your snippet must in some way relate to the date. For this WIPpet, I’ll be sharing from Mourn, Kansas Beatitude #2. These are the first 21 sentences of the piece, 20 for today’s date and one for good luck because I really need it. This is straight draft form, and I haven’t gone through it at all, so forgive the typos/grammar/spelling.
“Blessed are those who mourn: for they will be comforted.”
With her finger bent, she rapped her knuckle against the screen door. The wooden door was wide open, and the heat from the house, which was actually a business, rushed through the screen and barely touched her cheeks. Taking a deep breath, Moira sturdied her shoulders and waited for someone to answer. The figure shown through the door in seconds, and she took a step back off the cement deck so the door could be opened.
“My sister called and said this is where I was supposed to meet you?” Moira said it like a question, but she knew exactly where she was. She’d only been there once before when she was a little kid and her grandmother had died, but she remembered the smell of the makeshift funeral home distinctly.
“Moira.” The voice was smooth and warm.
Moira finally raised her gaze, locking her eyes with the woman standing on the other side of the doorway, pity lacing her features. Moira gritted her teeth and tensed her shoulders. She had never expected that woman to be standing in front of her, had never expected to see her again, in fact, she had prayed every night for years that she wouldn’t have to look upon her beautiful face again.
“Get in here out of the cold.”
Without saying another word, Moira pushed her way through the screen door until she stood just inside. Shivering in the sudden warmth, she stripped off her winter jacket and twirled her scarf from around her neck. She was going to be there a while, whether she wanted to be or not. With her heart racing, Moira lifted her gaze once again, this time prepared.
“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again, Ashley.”
Ashely gave a wry smile and took Moira’s jacket, hanging it next to the door. “Me either. Thought you’d left never to return.”
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12 thoughts on “A new work in progress #Mourn #KansasBeatitude #WIPpet”
Glad to have you back!
Looks like these two have a bit of history together, not necessarily good.
Well it was good at one point before it went sour hahaha It’s good to be back. Definitely have missed it.
Ooh, this is excellent! The air is crackling between these two! I can’t wait to read more.
Thanks!! I like these two more and more every day. =D
‘Romance is not my strongest genre’ – you must be lifting hefty weights in other genres, then. ;)
Ha! I prefer writing other genres by far. I only recently started writing pure romance and even then I still seem to add in a lot of other type of plot.
Ooh, I want to know what happened between them to make it so icy despite the warm house.
yeah…some of it is about to “come out” methinks.
Romance is not the fluffpile I once thought it was. I suspect you’ll do very well here, Adrian.
I love the scene you’re setting before us in this piece, There’s a sense of a world that goes beyond the limits of the text you’ve offered.. a real world. Definitely good stuff…
I like the way you built up the tension between Moira and Ashely. Excellent and welcome back. I look forward to reading more from your W.I.P.
Ooh, it is very icy between these two. You’ve established that very well. Hope you find your groove with this series soon, and it’s good to see you back! :)
I love the detail of shivering in the sudden warmth. I do that often. Cope and cope and cope with some sensation and then suddenly have it all hit me because of a contrast.