Happy Wednesday! I’m back from VacationLand (also known as My Living Room). Everyone is back to work and school, and the winter schedule is picking up again. I’m so glad there’s only a little more than a month until the school musical, after which life will be a lot easier.
Great news! I had my short story about Alex and Phin published in Love Is a Mess, an anthology of romantic and not-so-romantic Valentine’s Day stories. They range from sweet to steamy to way more than steamy and feature lesbian, gay, and bisexual characters and situations. If you are interested in a reviewer’s copy, please let me know in the comments or use the “contact me” link above. I’ll give you one in exchange for an honest review.
Meanwhile, I’m getting started on new goals for the new year. I’m back to participating in ROW80, and it’s time for an update. Keep in mind I’ve only been at this for a day, since I was late joining in.
- Read 30 minutes/day—yup
- Write 1 hour/day—yes, though I ended up scrapping it and starting over
- Write 1 blog post/week that isn’t ROW80 or WIPpet—not yet
- Write 1 flash fiction/month—not yet
- Walk on the treadmill 5 days/week—yep, so far so good
On to this week’s WIPpet. If you recall, I’ve been posting from my short story about a chemistry teacher falling for a colleague. I can finally reveal that I’m working on this to submit for another anthology. In this week’s snippet, I’m introducing you to the object of Ethan’s affection, fellow teacher and the director of the school play.
WIPmath: 7 sentences for the 7th.
Just as Ethan had decided maybe he would leave after all, a man who might have been the most attractive person he’d ever seen strode onstage and began shuffling the students around. He was tall and broad, straight-backed and elegant, with a thick mop of graying hair and a mustache. A mustache! Who had those anymore? Yet there it was, a strip on his upper lip that matched the hair on his head. Ethan was too far away to tell what color his eyes were, but he didn’t care. The rest of the man was gorgeous enough to make him temporarily forget he was probably at least twice Ethan’s age—not that Ethan minded anyway.
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