Happy Hump Day everyone!
How’s the week going for you? Frankly, I am exhausted (when am I not exhausted?) Remember a while back, when I tired myself out because I had a gazillion things to do, stayed up late to get my word count in, caught the flu, and promised to never ever do it again?
I did it again.
It just sucks that there are only 24 hours in a day. There really should be more. Or if we could have one of those time-travelling thingimajigies that Hermione had that allows you do to two (or three or four) different things at once.
Anyway! Rant over!
Today’s feature presentation is a snippet from my current WIP titled Together We Will Live Forever (extremely tentative – I am super indecisive about my titles). Olivia is a neuroscience grad student and an aspiring artist. Matt works at the art gallery and lives with his daughter, Zelda.
The thing is, Matt is a private person who doesn’t talk much about himself. And Olivia is curious about him but doesn’t know how to ask. One day, Olivia finds Matt’s journal in his closet. This is one of Matt’s journal entries from several years back:
Anyway, it started on Friday. It probably actually started a bit further back. Amelie’s been having these headaches for a while. I just thought that it’s stress. I get headaches all the time and it gets worse when I’m stressed. So I gave her some of my Tylenol and Advil. She was taking them by the handful. And then she started talking funny, she started using words that are out of place. Like, she’d walk into the bathroom and ask where the oysters are. I figured out that by oysters, she meant her shoes. Then I told her they were probably on the shoe rack. They weren’t, not the yellow heels she wanted to wear that day. So we looked all over the apartment for the pair of yellow shoes, and we had a fight about it because I didn’t see why she couldn’t just wear another pair of shoes. Eventually we found the shoes in the fruit bin in the fridge, and we had no idea how it got there. Except I had an inkling of suspicion that she probably put them there and forgot about them. She did that kind of thing these days. Then I kind of understood why she wanted so bad to look for those shoes. It wasn’t that she wanted to wear them. It was that she was frustrated that she couldn’t find them.
By the way, WIPpet Wednesdays is a blog hop where writers can share a snippet from their WIP (Work in Progress). The only stipulation is that the excerpt is somehow related to the date. For example, today I have one paragraph, which is 17 (from the year) minus 16 (the date). It really is a precise science 😉