WIPpet Wednesday: Surprise!

This is the easiest two weeks of summer: both of my kids are at camp, and I have hours to myself at home. I’ve gotten a lot done in just two days, and I’m back to drafting a new manuscript. I don’t have enough to share yet, though. Maybe once we get to August.

Meanwhile, I’ve submitted a few things, and I’m participating in some online writing groups. I had a phase of feeling like a complete hack, which I’m sure all of us do from time to time. But finishing a short story and having it beta read made a world of difference.

On to the WIPpet. I’m still in Anthem, and guess what? Our guys are about to have their worlds collide. If you recall from last week, Andre wasn’t in the best spirits. This part immediately follows the previous snippet. (Just to remind you all from before, Trevor and Andre don’t know each other’s real names yet.)

WIPmath: 15 = 1 + 5 = 6 paragraphs

Andre slumped against the wall, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. He didn’t want to move. The thought of rearranging his body drained him of all his emotional energy.

Not yet having his television and other components set up and not in the mood to turn on his laptop—which wouldn’t have Internet until Tuesday anyway—he pulled out a book. It was a dense technical tome, exactly the sort of thing he needed in order to relax his mind and remove himself from any other thoughts. He dragged himself up the stairs, hauling the book.

Even the routine of undressing, washing up, and turning down the covers set his teeth on edge and made his head throb. There was no way to escape the grief that clung like vines, wrapping themselves around his chest and squeezing until he was sure they would press the life out of him. He’d been convinced moving back to the city was the right thing to do, but now he questioned it all. The ache was deeper, a longing for everything he’d left behind mere hours earlier.

He curled on his side, the book splayed open on the bed beside him. For a few minutes, he stared at it, the words running together on the page. Andre closed it again, intending to sleep, but it was too early and he wasn’t tired. He sat up and reached for his phone, where he had a couple of podcasts stored. Plugging in his earbuds, he opened the app and searched for one he wanted. Most of them were on technical issues or gaming, all requiring too much thought. The history of jazz one reminded him too much of Dahlia. He settled on something called Discoveries in Worship, which sometimes had interesting commentary on contemporary church music.

“Hey, this is Trevor Davidson of Harvest Church in Boston. Tonight’s topic is bringing fresh perspective on old songs.”

Andre turned up the volume. He’d heard Trevor before; he appeared on the podcast about once a month, usually to talk about songwriting or how technology had changed the way church bands led worship. Trevor’s mellow voice continued. Feeling more awake, Andre sat up and devoted his full attention to the podcast. He smiled and settled in to listen to the rest of the hour, pleasantly distracted from his loneliness for the time being.

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