Archive | December 2013

WIPpet Wednesday: Cautionary Tale

I’m a day late due to illness; winter colds just suck.  Today’s WIPpet is 18 lines (yesterday was the 18th) from the next chapter of the novel.  You can follow along with the other WIPpet-ers and add your own.  Be sure to read them–there is fantastic stuff in there!

I called this one “Cautionary Tale” as the warning not to store your entire life on your iPhone.  Let’s hope Phin learned his lesson.

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By ALT1040 from Blogosfera (Cropped by uploader from This is madness! (pt. 2)) [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

By ALT1040 from Blogosfera, via Wikimedia Commons

Frustrated, Phin tossed the phone onto his bed and stood there in his towel, still wondering who might have had reason to snoop in his phone. While he was puzzling over it, there was a knock on the door. He called, “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Vic,” came the reply.

Phin barely restrained himself from stomping over to the door. As it was, he hauled it open forcefully. Vic looked Phin up and down and snickered. “What, no time to get dressed?” he asked.

“Oh, shut up,” Phin grouched. “It’s been a rough day. What do you want, anyway?”

“You didn’t stop by the desk on your way in, so I came to see if you got Dani’s invitation.” He crossed his arms.

“Yes, I did, and I’ll be there, fully clothed. Was there something else? Because I need to put something on.”

“Go right ahead,” Vic suggested. His lips twitched.

Phin glared at him. “In private.”

Vic laughed. “It’s not like there’s anything I haven’t seen before. How long were we friends? I was actually just going to ask how things were going, but I guess whatever I want to say to you can wait until you’re not half-naked.”

“Fine. Then get out.” Phin ran a hand through his damp hair. He wasn’t being fair to Vic, and he knew it. He relaxed his posture. “Wait. I’m sorry. It’s just that I misplaced my phone this morning, and by the time I got it back, someone had looked through it. I have no idea how much other information they managed to get, but my contacts list was open to my father’s number. Someone knows.”

Vic’s eyes widened. “I swear, I didn’t tell a soul. You know I wouldn’t. I already told you I can’t get involved in that again.”

“I know. That’s why it’s so weird. I’ve been trying to figure out who might want to know about that.  If anyone makes the connection, I’m screwed.”

 

WIPpet Wednesday: Detective Work

By Wordbuilder (Own work), via Wikimedia Commons

It’s time for another installment of my WIP.  This week, we join my other MC as she tries to figure out just what the heck is going on.  For some context, she found Phin’s phone and did some snooping, and now she’s using what she learned to do a bit of detective work.  This scene was my husband’s idea–does that say something about him that he would go digging around if he found a phone belonging to his possible nemesis?  Anyway, this is 11 sentences from the 12th scene of the story (today is 12/11).  I’d have done it the other way around, but I posted from the 11th scene last week.

If you want to play along (and I hope you do!) post a bit of your WIP (your snippet must have an association with the date) and link up here.  Be sure to read the others; there are some absolutely fantastic WIPs to enjoy.

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Dani opened up one of the tabs on her browser. She had done a quick search for Donald Murdock’s name, hoping for more information besides his position with the Department of Education. She hadn’t been expecting to find much, but when she saw his name associated with a school district in the Albany area, she clicked the link.

By the time she was three sentences in, she was frowning. Murdock appeared to have been involved in the conversion of several elementary schools into charters. That wasn’t uncommon; with the new standards, many schools had failed to pass. Closing and reopening as charter schools was among the valid options. The problem was that Murdock seemed to have had a hand in at least three districts converting multiple schools to charters. Dani wasn’t sure if that was strange or not, but she decided it warranted further investigation.

It wasn’t until she clicked the link about Lorne Patterson’s company, EduText, that she made the connection. A news report from two years prior showed Patterson at the ribbon-cutting of a brand-new charter school near Buffalo.

WIPpet Wednesday: Chicken Not-So-Big

Happy Wednesday!  Adding another snippet of my WIP today.  Join in and add your own link, and don’t forget to read the other posts.

Today’s excerpt is 4 lines of dialogue (today is 12/4).  Enjoy!

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By Charles M. Sauer via Wikimedia Commons

Phin pulled open the door to see Alex standing there. He groaned. “Can I help you?”

It was obvious from the way Alex’s lips twitched that he was trying not to laugh. He leaned closer and whispered, “What happened to you? Get in a fight with a feather duster?”

“No,” Phin said through clenched teeth. “I helped put chicks back in their pens. Why the hell are there live farm animals here in the school?”

“No idea. Must be Jean’s idea of teaching the kids about the life cycle.” Alex straightened up and raised his voice. “Would you mind getting Carlie Roberts for me? I need to see her for a moment.”