It is WIPpet Wednesday. Many thanks to Emily Witt, who initiated this wonderful WIPpet gathering. I am still working out of boxes, but the boxes are fewer than before, and I am not complaining. I am elated. Just hooked up my hp wireless printer, successfully.
So, here goes for today:
- What have I read?
Behind the Mask of the Strong Black Woman by Tamara Beauboeuf-Lafontant
What am I reading?
I am still reading, Fiction Writing Modes, Eleven Essential Tools for Bringing Your Story to Life, by Mike Klaassen, PEAK: Secrets From The New Science Of Expertise by Anders Ericsson and Robert Pool, How To Become A Writer by Barbara Baig, and I Was Right On Time, My Journey from the Negro Leagues to the Majors, Buck O’Neil with Steve Wulf and David Conrad.
- What do I plan to read next?
A French Girl On The Prairie, by Fred Pirat, The Violin Man’s Legacy by Seumas Gallacher and Flash 40 Life’s Moments by Janelle Jalbert, The Last Coach by Allen Barra, and My Personal Best by John Wooden with Steve Jamison.
My Snippet is composed of 16 paragraphs, give or take, minus 2.
Background and summary: Phoebe is on her way to the executive suite after her encounter with Tammy and is shocked once again.
Energized by the rush of adrenalin, Phoebe marched to the executive suite, scolding and, ready to get through the last day of the work week. Quad 1 had a soccer game, and she’d promised to be there.
Daniel was standing in the doorway to their suite, waiting for her when she rounded the corner. He observed her as she walked toward him.
“Morning, what happened? You look as if you're ready to fight.”
“Everything's A-Okay. I know, you don't have to tell me. I’m late,” She said, expecting him to get loud.
“You’re not late.”
“Oh. Then, why were you standing in the doorway waiting for me?”
“I thought you might have needed help with your things.”
“I told Kirk, I’ll pick them up later.”
“Good. Come with me to my office. Let talks.”
“Alright," she said, pinching herself to see if she were still on planet earth and in Daniel Cochran's office. Good morning, Maria,” she said to Maria sitting at her desk.
“Morning, Phoebe. Welcome to the suite,” Maria said to her as she passed by following Daniel into his office.
“How did it go?” Daniel asked as he closed the door.
She didn’t pretend not to know what he was talking about.
“Better than I expected.”
“Do you need me to help?” Daniel asked.
“No. Let me do this my way. I know my family. Yesterday evening, they were shocked. Tonight is when the questions start coming at me.”
That's all, folks.
Have a good week and be safe.