It’s time for WIPpet Wednesday! But first, my weekly progress. I have made great headway in rewriting on my 2nd Manuscript. While that’s awesome, that also means that I’ll have to definitely go through again after rewriting, because a large chunk of it will be newly written…fun…
In going through my 2nd MS, I’ve discovered things about my first book that need to be altered. More fun! So I’m currently going through my first book again…I can’t even count how many times I’ve gone through this first book.
Ok – onward.
If you’re unfamiliar with WIPpet Wednesday, it’s a great weekly meme hosted by Emily Witt where authors can share excerpts from Works in Progress. I have greatly enjoyed reading others’ WIPs and getting to know other authors’ stories.
Today, I have a section from my 2nd Manuscript.Sorry – I’m kind of jumping backwards, way backwards, before Joel and Serena go on a date together, she was dating this slime ball below. I think I need to organize a series of excerpts in order…
Math: 3/16 – 16 – 3 = 13 paragraphs
Context: The way the scene is written should provide enough context.
DOMESTIC VIOLENCE WARNING.
“Chris,” she called as she entered the kitchen, readjusting her towel to keep herself modest. He sat reading the morning newspaper, still finishing his meal. “I got a check from my insurance company for the amount of the car yesterday…have you seen it?”
“You didn’t tell me about any check,” he said.
“I was going to tell you this morning,”
She let out a sharp, exasperated breath. “Have you seen it?” she repeated. “I had put it on my nightstand so that I wouldn’t forget to tell you about it,” she explained.
“I found it—and put it somewhere safe,”
“You did what?” She stared at him, trying to comprehend. “Where did you put it?”
“Somewhere safe.” he reiterated, frowning at her. “We can use that money later on for any emergencies that come up,” He sipped his coffee. “You should’ve told me about it right away,”
“That’s my money,” She stepped closer. He stood to his feet, glaring at her now, his large frame imposing.
“That’s our money,” he corrected. She glared right back at him. Maybe he’s right…we live under the same roof…She thought. But we’re not even married. We’re not even engaged!
“It’s in my name,” she insisted. He closed the distance between them and slapped her across the face, the force of his hand eliciting a gasp.
“Don’t talk back to me! We live in a shared relationship. What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours.” She doubted the latter part of his statement, but she didn’t dare say any of her thoughts aloud.
“I’m sorry,” she replied automatically
There you have it. How are your WIPs coming along? Leave me a link to yours?