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 post last week. I wanted to, and I meant to – but I didn’t. Our family dog, Corki, died of a swift-moving cancer the Sunday previous, and I just wasn’t in a place where I could pull together a blog post. I also wasn’t especially up for visiting, or responding to comments. I wasn’t trying to ignore anyone; just to deal with the grief of losing a dear furfriend, and helping my family to do the same.
I’m finding my way back to more stable footing now, and ready to rejoin the WIPpet world, so let’s get back to Ava Garcia in Sea Changes.
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 21, 2016
I've got 3 short paragraphs today. Here’s the math: 21 (for the date) – 18 (all the other digits of the date, added together) = 3.
Ava is dreaming, and possibly drowning. Here’s the final sentence from my last snippet:
But she couldn’t draw in enough air around the thick words caught in her throat, slicing at her.
She was drowning, and there was nothing she could do as the ocean of words closed over her head -
For a few eternities, the word just hung there in her mind, useless and unconnected to anything else, like it really was a bubble.
Is Ava drowning?
Why is she thinking of bubbles?
Will she find a connection for that thought?
Next week, we’ll learn more.
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