It’s time for WWW Wednesday and WIPpet Wednesday.
WWW Wednesday is hosted by Taking on a world of Words
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What am I currently reading: The Restorer: Sword of Lyric Book 1: by Sharon Hinck. So far, I love it. The quality of writing is excellent and I can immediately identify with the main character, who is kind of going through this self-crisis. She’s quite exhausted with everyday life and looking for a way to revive herself.
What have you recently finished reading: I just finished First of her kind by K.L Schwengel. Amazing.. I loved it, so much. I devoured it. It was fast-paced, the characters were very intriguing, and full of flaws and full of potential, and full of stupid decisions that made me like want to hit them on the head. They were also full of amazing magical powers:
WIPpet Wednesday is hosted by A Keyboard and an open mind. I’ve greatly enjoyed sharing excerpts with everyone. If you know me at all in real life, you’d know that I love being social and building community with people. So what better way to do it than joining WIPpet Wednesdays 🙂
So, I actually had time to rewrite things last weekend. For about 5 weeks I’ve been doing minor editing and leaving myself comments on how to fix up specific scenes in my MS. I’ve pretty covered the entire MS, now I have to go back and tackle some of those bigger problems. I have to be alone though, because it takes concentration to rewrite. I could never do it with kids and husband hovering.
I know it’s supposed to relate to the date…but I wanted to post the rewritten scene from last week. I cant believe it, but it’s 6 paragraphs. (tada!) You can read the previous one here. I utilized some of your suggestions. Thank you so much for your suggestions, and also, I used some of the suggestions in other future scenes as well.
Decorating brought back cheerful memories from her childhood—to a time before her family fell to pieces. It wasn’t often she reminisced on the good times she’d had with her family.
As she and Jay set out candles, and worked together to tape tinsel to the mantle, memories crowded together, like a movie reel, competing for her attention; until a classic Christmas song she’d heard a hundred times over the years transported her into a different living room, one where a fire blazed in the hearth nearby. An image of Amy stood in front of her, hanging her stocking from the hooks dad had hammered into the brick mantle; its characteristic, silver cursive A stood out against the red fabric. Amy turned and smiled, wavy hair falling to her shoulders, several shades redder than her normal auburn hue. She’d been so excited to dye her hair for the first time that year. In the background, colorful lights twinkled, entwined around the six foot Douglas fir, placed in the corner.
“Are you okay?” Jay held a hand on her shoulder. She blinked and the image of the Christmas tree in her childhood home faded from memory, along with her sister’s smiling face.
She sucked in a deep breath and smiled broadly, squashing the memory as far down as she could.
“I’m fine,” He stared into her eyes, concern shining in his own, as if testing her words. “Really,” she insisted.
“Okay,” He turned away and finished lighting one of the candles on the coffee table.
Happy reading 🙂