WIPpet Wednesdays is a blog hop where writers can share a snippet from their WIP. The only stipulation is that the excerpt is somehow related to the date. Be sure to check out some of the other lovely WIPpet snippets here. Thank you Emily Wrayburn for hosting.
So, I’m nearing the end of the first draft of my WIP. I’m having a little trouble getting over that final hump, but it’s SO CLOSE I CAN ALMOST TOUCH IT! I’m hoping that this post will get me a little more excited about this ending I’ve been working towards and get me across the finish line.
A little about this WIP, Evolution:
Faced with imprisonment, Kai, Coak, and Micah are given a chance to earn their freedom by working together to perform a series of heists. Simple for people of their considerable skills, except that they can’t stand one another. Not that it’s the fault of any one of them. They’ve each been raised by their people to treat the others of Fulcrum with disdain and mistrust. But what choice do they have? Whether the heists go right or wrong, the situation for the three youths will get nothing but worse as they figure out the true intentions of the heist and discover that nothing is as it seems.
So, on this 27th day of the 2nd month, I decided to share 27 lines from chapter 2. I hope you enjoy:
Micah never realized how much it sucked to travel by foot until his pack was too water logged to ignite. Flying wasn’t just fun, it was a much more efficient way travel. It took less energy and far, far less time. Sure, there were a certain level of intellectual requirement to flying, but he was used to excelling at anything requiring intelligence.
His fight with the web-head had ended on the coast south of the Mountaineers, but he couldn’t go there for repairs. Maybe if the casing needed some work, or if he needed a new short sword. They wouldn’t be able to do a thing with the delicate inner workings of the pack.
The Swimmer commune was the west of where he washed up, but he’d find no help there either. If he started talking about what the pack needed they’d probably look at him like he was speaking a different language and end up just offering him some kind of fish, like that would fix anything.
There was the chance of finding Kai at that commune, but probably a slim chance. A Flier comes calling and all the Web-heads would protect each other.
Micah decided to head northeast. That would put him on a path that run straight through The Festival. It wasn’t the most fun to be had in the Crucible, but there was usually a few people to mock, and a few to entice into a more private meeting. More importantly than that, he’d be able to find someone to repair his pack. Or at least someone he could buy a new one off of. His mother wouldn’t be happy about incurring that cost, but Micah was her burden to bear.
He walked all through the night. What choice did he have with no pack, no place to go, and nowhere to sleep? By the time he arrived at the Festival it was barely morning and everything was still being set up.
In the middle of the festival grounds men were erecting a series of tents for the cross-breeding ceremonies. Every year at the festival, each of the sub-species would offer a few of their most virile and fertile young people. Each person would be matched up with someone of another sub and they’d try to create a new life.
Micah considered himself a fairly open-minded guy, but the thought of ending up alone in one of those tents with a stranger, while people sat around the outside with expectations, made his stomach turn. Well, depending on the stranger.
The Festival runners always gave a long-winded speech about the historical unrest and the lasting truce. Apparently, trying to cross breed was an attempt to strengthen the bonds between the subs.
There it is. It’s very rough, but as I said, first draft. I hope you enjoyed it a little, or at least that it didn’t totally suck.
Ooh the cross breeding sounds pretty creepy. I’m intrigued😁 Good luck with the end of your book!
It is pretty creepy, isn’t it? lol
Hooray for almost being done with the first draft! *throws confetti* It’s a strange, but awesome feeling. I’m still anxiously waiting/procrastinating to be begin editing my WIP.
I need to know more about this festival.
Keep waiting. The less you remember about it, the better. But if your fingers are itching, write some short stories. Have you seen story cubes/dice? They’re fun for stretching those creative muscles, and you never know what could develop.
I picked up a book recently with a bunch of story prompts. I’ve been writing short stories and started on a couple of scenes for the next book.
The last short story I stated writing turned into my novel. So I guess you’re right. Who knows what’ll happen.
Happy writing!
Same to you, m’lady.
Funny enough, I had an idea for a play come to me since writing today’s post (I’m rehearsing to be in a play 2-3 times a week ATM, so that’s where my head has been) and I was so excited about the idea last night that I pushed the novel aside and wrote a bunch of script pages. lol
I used to write impulsively all the time, but stopped because I always seemed to start things and never finished. I’m vowing that I will finish BOTH projects. I SWEAR IT UPON THE HEADS OF BABY KITTENS!
That’s awesome. I love how unexpected ideas can just show up at any time and spark inspiration.
I used to be famous for starting stuff and never finishing them either. Now I realize that they just weren’t good ideas. Oh well.
What play are you preparing for now? Is it about baby kittens?! 😺
No kittens in this one. It’s called ‘Any Body Home?’ It’s a lesser known comedy, which is all that this trope does and I love it. My character keeps dressing up to try and fool the other characters, so I get to do voices and accents. So much fun!
Awesome! Have fun! I give you major props for doing that. I’d be so intimidated.
I really love reading bits and pieces of this story :]
Thank you!