I decided to participate in an open call from Julie Luek’s blog where you show an excerpt of your Work In Progress (WIP). I thought this would be a perfect lead in for the blog post I’m doing tomorrow (12/5) called “The Next Big Thing.” More on that tomorrow. For now, let’s highlight “U Got The Look.”
Here’s how it works.
- Do a search in your current WIP for the word “look” or any form of the word.
- Copy and post the paragraphs surrounding the word “look.”
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WIP Title: A Little Bruised
Excerpt:
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I have no idea where I’m going. All I feel is the overwhelming burden of where I’ve been. The toll and heaviness of an undesired life. So for now, a hotel will have to do. One where no one can find me, and has big, fluffy pillows to hold my tears and muffle my screams. Tomorrow, when Nathan’s at work, I’ll go back for a few personal things. All I have now are the clothes on my back—clothes which are hanging wearily from my marriage-torn body.
The truth of the matter is, I’m a murderer. I’ve killed the one person who could’ve saved me—myself. I’ve traveled down this lifeless road for far too long, and now I’m stuck in blandness. I miss the flavor of life. The pleasure and joy of actually feeling feelings, instead of faking feelings. Faking joy, faking happiness. I’m living life without the spice of life and it’s taking its toll.
Nathan will be calling me when it becomes the middle of the night and I haven’t returned home. He’ll wonder where I am with a slight bit of concern. Or perhaps he’ll sleep like a corpse through the night and never give my absence a second thought. Either way, I’ve turned off my cell phone. His concern or lack of concern is no longer an issue for me.
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Thanks, Julie, for opening this meme up to all interested parties. It’s the perfect way to give readers a brief excerpt of my WIP in preparation for tomorrow’s blog topic.
Also to my regular blog readers, I realize you’re getting three, yes THREE blog posts in one week. And, no, I’m not on crack. Things will be back to normal next week.