Apparently, if I don’t drink coffee in the morning, I have about 3-4 hours to get what I want done, done. As for the rest of the time in the day, it will be spent being “too tired” to do anything or napping (snores included). That’s what happened Saturday (when I was supposed to visit all the awesome WIPpeteers that visited me last week) and Tuesday (yesterday). And it has to be morning, as drinking it at lunch doesn’t undo the damage. Seriously, my body is f-ing weird! That said, I’ll be moving my WIPpet visits to Friday as I always drink coffee that day without fail. So, I shouldn’t fail to visit anyone again!
What’s WIPpet Wednesday?
Wednesday is for the day of the week I (and others) share a WIPpet. The word WIPpet is the joining of the word snippet with the acronym WIP, which stands for Work In Progress. Using the date to conjure up a math formula, WIPpeteers (the group of people that share WIPpets) figure out how much to share.
My WIPpet Math
The date is 5/14/14. Today I want to share from page 21, so we’ll take the month (5) and the day(14) and separate the numbers. 5 x 4 + 1 = page 21. That leaves us the year (14), which we’ll add together. 1 + 4 = 5 paragraphs.
What’s My WIPpet?
GRANDMA is the code name for my MG novel. Lizzie has entered Grandma’s room and has found the strangeness continues.
This Week’s WIPpet
I could barely see the hardwood floors under all the plants that weren’t plants. The fern immediately in front of me was a great example. It looked like a fern in shape, but it was all wrong in color and make up. It was red, yellow, and speckled with white fuzziness, just like carpet. In fact, I pretty sure it was the carpeting had come from the area rug Grandma kept at the foot of her bed.
It wasn’t just that plant. A bush was made of Grandma’s blue plaid bed sheets. Silk pillows Grandma used to decorate her bed were now flowers. The lace curtains had become vines that climbed the really tall ceiling of the bedroom. Everything was like that!
Well, almost everything.
A single quilt remained the same, untouched. It was sprawled across the bed and across my grandmother.
She greeted me with a large smile and her gaze flicked around the room, looking at all the things I just had. “Quite interesting, isn’t it?”
Want to give it a go or read the WIPpeteers’ works?
KL Schwengel runs the show.
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