#WIPjoy June 2016: A Month of Celebrating Our WIPs (and a Collection of Tweets & Excerpts from Mine)

If you follow me on Twitter, you might have noticed my #WIPjoy Tweets during the month of June. This meme is a month-long challenge led by YA sci-fi and fantasy writer Bethany A. Jennings; and for every day of the month, writers answer a specific question and share bits about their current work-in-progress (WIP). Participants can also take the meme to Facebook, their blog, and other social media outlets they haunt use.


The “index” image for #WIPjoy June 2016, courtesy of Bethany A. Jennings. Click to view a larger version.

This  was my first time participating in #WIPjoy, and it was a lot of fun! It especially gave me a chance to learn what other writers are working on, get a taste of their writing style, and cheer them on as they work on their drafts. Now I’m even more excited to read some of those stories when they’re published someday!

And what I did I share for #WIPjoy? The Keeper’s Curse, of course! (It IS my only WIP at the moment. *lol*) So, I thought I’d share a collection of my #WIPjoy Tweets here with you. This post doesn’t contain all of my Tweets from the challenge – but it does feature some of my favorite questions / answers, and several of the excerpts I shared. Feel free to share any feedback in your comments, or “like” or “retweet” any of the linked Tweets. 😉 Enjoy!

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The 7/7/7 Challenge

Today I’m formally accepting Colin Mobey’s invite for the 7/7/7 Challenge. Participation is easy but requires some bravery: To complete the 7/7/7 Challenge, writers need to share 7 sentences from their WIP, starting at the 7th line of their WIP’s seventh page.

Now, considering I’m still working on the first draft (and therefore haven’t done any editing or revising), this is how I felt when I read the first 7 sentences after the 7th line of my first chapter’s 7th page:

Colbert freak out

So, I’m going to follow Colin’s influence and make it a 7/7/7/7 Challenge (four 7s instead of three). I went to the 7th line of Page 7 of Chapter 7, and read the next 7 sentences. Those sentences don’t frighten me so much. 🙂

I won’t reveal much regarding the context of the situation that happens below, except that Eva and her fellow Councilors are given some news from their Captain:

 Gidion paused again in his walk. “Well, yes, that’s true. But as of this morning, we have been removed from watch duty at the eliansiva. In fact, we’ll be away for the entire summer.”

A chorus of “What!” and “Why not?” sounded around the table. “You’re joking,” said Vandar. “What in Selanaan’s name does the King want us to do that will keep us away that long?”

What do you think of this excerpt? Does it make you want to read the story? Also, are any writers out there willing to take on the 7/7/7 Challenge with your WIP? 😉

(Belated) Tribute to International Book Week

Apparently, International Book Week is the third week of September. I’m not sure how I didn’t find out until the end of that week… Anyways, many of you may have seen the International Book Week meme that went around the Internet recently. It goes something like this:

“It’s International Book Week! The rules: Grab the closest book to you, turn to page 52, post the 5th sentence as your status. Don’t mention the title. Copy the rules as part of your status.”

I did exactly this for a Facebook status towards the end of International Book Week. And then an idea came to me: Why not do a blog entry with several fifth lines from Page 52s from several of my favorite or recently read books? You don’t have to guess any of the book titles, unless you’re compelled to or recognize any of these lines. But I thought it would be interesting to see how different each excerpt could be.



“I wonder what sort of girl she is – whether good or naughty.”

“He was a little bored and lonely among the uninterested tourists, and when he found me a willing listener (surely not the first or last, but currently the only one) he took pleasure in telling me about his people, as we sat with a tall glass of iced ü in the long, soft evenings, in a purple darkness all aglow with the light of the stars, the shining of the sea-waves full of luminous creatures, and the pulsing glimmer of clouds of fireflies up in the fronds of the feather-trees.”

“Do people really pay you to spell things?”

“The butcher would buy my rabbits but not squirrels.”

“You will remind me that woman must be still as the axis of a wheel in the midst of her activities; that she must be the pioneer in achieving that stillness, not only for her own salvation, but for the salvation of family life, of society, perhaps even of our civilization.”

“How those lines sing!”

“I stood on the place, bracing myself against the waves, so that I would not have to look for it again.”

“Peaceful Sunday would come in-between when she would think long thoughts about the nasturtiums in the brown bowl and the way the horse had looked being washed while standing in sunshine and shadow.”

“Vary the construction of your sentences.”

“Then I heard Bilbo’s strange story of how he had ‘won’ it, and I could not believe it.”

“My mother is from Ardea.”

“All my siblings, myself included, had some sort of color confusion at one time or another, but Richie dealt with his in a unique way.”

“Well, when I took my sheep through the fields, some of them might have died if we had come upon a snake.”

“Then be off with you.”

“Would he be married, with a family?”

“‘Harry, your eyesight really is awful,’ said Hermoine, as she put on glasses.”

“On top of the engine, I place my face in my dirty hands.”

“They are composed like music.”

“He was, and is yet most likely, the wearisomest self-righteous Pharisee that ever ransacked a Bible to rake the promises to himself and fling the curses to his neighbours.”

“‘I have a very good idea who I am speaking to!’ Merit replied, rage shaking her small, fierce body.”

“‘It’s Christmas Eve,’ she said, as if that explained everything.”

“But I said that it wasn’t a proper book because it didn’t have a proper ending because I never found out who killed Wellington so the murderer was still At Large.”

“‘The earth has a mouth?’ Buckley asked.”

“This is, admittedly, an odd venture for anyone not involved in a witness-protection program: to leave home and companionship and plop down nearly two thousand miles away in a place where I know almost no one and about which I am ignorant right down to the most elementary data on geography, weather, and good places to eat.”

“So when are you going to talk to me again?”

“It was an attractive garden, if one did not dwell on the statue, and an attractive courtyard – but not a peaceful or private one, with the entire court roaming the passageways above.”

“And we got it for nothing.”