Woo hoo! It’s Wednesday again, and that means time for an update of goals and my WIPpet. Forgive me for being a little out of it still. We had a busy weekend, and this whole week has been intense with no sign of letting up. I have one kid getting started with Girl Scout cookie sales and another one with a winter concert and an audition. I’m already fried.
ROW80 Goal Updates:
- Read 30 minutes/day—yup, easily
- Write 1 hour/day—Got it done this time!
- Write 1 blog post/week that isn’t ROW80 or WIPpet—Yep, and wrote a guest post as well.
- Write 1 flash fiction/month—not yet
- Walk on the treadmill 5 days/week—eh, made it to 2/5 due to Life Happening.
WIPpet:
Last time, Paul (AKA Mr. Mustache) mentioned his wife in an offhand remark, possibly crushing Ethan’s hopes. No worries, I promise three things: This will work out, Paul’s wife isn’t actually an issue, and there is no cheating going on. Ethan knows none of that, though, so he’s stewing over it and recalling his past loves.
WIPmath: 1/21 = 1 + 2 – 1 = 2 for 2 paragraphs.
The first older man Ethan had fallen for had been married, though Ethan hadn’t known that at the time. Warren’s husband had discovered the affair by walking in on them one afternoon. Warren had said he wasn’t leaving his husband for a kid and kicked Ethan out. He’d stood on the other side of the apartment door, his fly still open and his shirt unbuttoned, listening to them argue and throw things at each other until his emotions caught up with him, and he’d fled down the stairs without caring who saw his semi-dressed state.
Following that disaster, he’d only been with two men, both of whom were closeted. There was Richard, the college trustee he’d met at an academic function, followed by Vint, the construction worker with a taste for Shakespeare. A memory surfaced of the time Ethan had taken Vint to see Othello at a small local theater. It had inexplicably made Vint cry, and he’d turned to Ethan to say, “Shakespeare—he had balls, man. Real balls!”
If you enjoyed that, think how much more you’ll love the other WIPpets. Feel free to add your own by posting a bit of your WIP, doing some mathrobatics with the date, and linking up with us. Thanks to K. L. Schwengel for hosting. Happy writing!
Oooh. I feel so out of the loop on WIPpets right now! But I like this.
I’m glad you liked it! I had fun writing that last line. It just popped into my head when I was thinking about how we tend to stereotype people based on externals, including their jobs. Why couldn’t a construction worker love Shakespeare? But I sort of figured a guy who was a bit gruff might just have an unconventional opinion on the Bard. LOL!
Oh, snap. Something went wonky with my last attempt at a comment. If you get two from me, would you mind deleting this one?
Essentially: Yes. Shakespeare had those manly accoutrements in spades. They were all over his bawdy plays. 😛
They certainly were!
No worries on double commenting. The other one didn’t show up. 🙂
Aweee, the feels are coming out!! Good job!! 🙂
Thanks! 🙂
I’m really loving Ethan. I just want everything to work out for him. But I don’t know about dating older people that can lead to some nasty break ups, which it seems Ethan already knows first hand.
Yeah, he definitely knows it. That’s why he’s trying to distract himself.
I enjoyed the WIPpet! Nice work on your goals!
Thanks! 🙂
Shakespeare had balls. LMAO That needs to be the title of something. And poor Ethan. 🙁 I want to give him hugs. And chocolate peanut butter ice cream.
Ha! That line just popped into my head in the car one day after a conversation with a friend about having been to see several plays. Fortunately for Ethan, he has friends who will give him plenty of chocolate peanut butter ice cream.
Aww, poor Ethan. That first paragraph really makes me feel bad for him. I agree with K.S., he’s the kind of character I really want everything to go well for! And I love the sound of that construction worker too–doesn’t hurt I agree with him. :p (Plus the sex humour that goes over the heads of the kids studying it for school just makes it all the better.)
Yeah, that was definitely not an experience he wants to repeat.
I took a Shakespeare class in high school. By then, a lot of us understood the bawdy humor, but our teacher never discussed it with us in class. LOL!
All that heartache! Poor Ethan!
Though, I do really enjoy the construction worker’s outlook on Shakespeare.
Me too! I think it would have been fun to go see a play with that guy. 🙂
Good job on goals – interesting WIP – I once knew a porter in a shop I worked in( about 40years ago) who had left school at 14, could barely write his name and who could quote swathes of Shakespeare, Milton and even a little Chaucer, was an expert on fungus. Taught me a lesson I never forgot in why one should never label people without knowing them He was a great guy – thought I was mad because I wanted to travel and I thought he was odd because he had never been outside the small town he lived in but we got on great with Shakespeare:)
Absolutely! I’ve learned that people come in all varieties, and just because a person has a particular job or level of education or even personality doesn’t mean they can’t have many facets and are locked into some stereotype. The porter in the shop where you worked sounds like a really interesting guy.
Funny story – took the kids with me to a write-in on Thursday. It was at a bookstore, and they occupied themselves while I was writing. At one point, Jeremiah (13) came to me to show me something I could get him for his next birthday – the SparkNotes for A Midsummer Night’s Dream, which we saw on the grass at a local colleges’s natural ampitheatre this past summer.
He doesn’t need SparkNotes, since he’s never gone to school. He just wanted them. He spent a good deal of his time in the Shakespeare section, for fun…
Because, well Shakespeare DID have balls – and a helluva sense of humor, too!
I like the construction worker, and wonder why he and Ethan didn’t work out. I hope it’ll all be OK with Mr. Mustache (and I’m chuckling to think maybe his wife’s a beard, because I happen to like beards….especially with mustaches!)
Nice WIPpet, and a good busy week!
I love Shakespeare. I took one class in high school, went to the Avon Theater up in Stratford, Ontario three times, and was so disappointed when the college-level class didn’t fit into my schedule. It was taught by my favorite English Department professor, too. 🙁
It will all be okay with Mr. Mustache. It didn’t work out with the construction worker because Ethan still had to meet Paul! LOL.