It’s starting to feel like summer around my house. Of course, the kids are still in school and the lake is too cold to swim in, but steps are being made for summer happiness. Eventually, everything will be in place. Thank goodness one of things we aren’t waiting for is grilled food. We already started that. Nom!
This is my last WIPpet until September. I’ll miss everyone. When I come back, I’ll likely be sharing from another project. I hope to have GRANDMA out of my hands by end of summer.
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 5/28/2014. For the page we’ll subtract the month from the day. 28 – 5 = 23 For paragraphs we’ll add the numerals of the year. 2 + 0 + 1 + 4 = 7
What’s My WIPpet?
GRANDMA is the code name for my contemporary fantasy MG novel. George didn’t take Grandma having a tail too well.
This Week’s WIPpet
What looked like a kind and gentle hand to me must have looked like a monster claw of doom to George. The way he spasmed and screamed, just before turning to run, was spectacular.
Not that he could go far. He tripped, uprooting a fabric plant, and caught himself on the door to Grandma’s walk-in closet. Without thinking he turned the knob and opened it.
George was pushed onto his back as screeching filled the air. A mass of black, white, brown, and red exploded into the room.
I jumped up on the bed and hugged Grandma. She hugged me back and we watched as the swarm started to swirl up to the tiptop of the cathedral ceiling, flying circles above us. Like a storm cloud ready to let loose, it floated over our heads.
I wanted to call it a bat swarm, for how they flew, moved, and sounded. But, that was one letter off from what they truly were.
“They attacked me,” George said and I could hear the tears in his voice.
“For the love of- They are just hats, George!” Of course, even though I said that, I was not feeling safe enough to let go of Grandma.
Want to give it a go or read the WIPpeteers’ works?
KL Schwengel runs the show.
Find the linkie on her page to read the WIPpets or join in.