I apologize for not commenting on anyone’s posts last week. I meant to, but then I got caught up in school work. All of the classes I’m enrolled in are fast track classes – so they’re shorter than your average class. One is 8 weeks long, the other is 5 weeks long. The 8 week long one only requires 4 hours of online work a week. That’s not too bad really. The 5 week class supposedly only required 10 hours of online work a week. It’s not as nice as 4 hours of online work like the first class, but it’s still pretty manageable.

And then I downloaded the syllabus and I saw that, no, the 5 week class actually requires 20 hours of online work.


I can do this. I can totally do this. Starbucks and I are going to become BFFs but I can totally do this.

Needless to say, I didn’t do much in the way of writing this week. I did do my fair share of plotting. Usually when I was running errands or in those moments right before I fall asleep at night. One is loosely inspired by a buzzfeed article – though with a much happier ending. The other idea is just flat out devious. I don’t know if I’ll actually do it, but, wow, would it kick up the angst a lot. We’ll see if I have the guts when the time comes.

Anywho, it’s Wednesday – so that means it’s WIPpet time!

This snippet is from the Descendants. It takes place later on in the book, after Vivian is brought to the pub in this snippet here. Since today is the 24th of August, here are 6 paragraphs:

He kissed her. Just pinned her against the wall and kissed her, his lips pressing roughly against hers. On the grand scale of kisses, it wasn’t horrible, however his thick beard and mustache didn’t exactly make it pleasant either. But that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that she could kill him if he continued, especially with so many parts of their bodies being pressed so closely together.

Vivian shoved at his shoulders and he broke away. Before he dared to try anything else, she decked him on the jaw. Though thanks to that wild facial hair, she doubted if he actually felt it. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“That bad, eh? Well, I am out of practice.” He rubbed at his cheek.

“It wouldn’t have been half bad if you would shave. But still, you can’t just go shoving girls around and planting one on them when they least expect it.”

He laughed. “No one’s ever complained before.”

“Did you look like a demented poodle before?”

To read more WIPpet snippets, go here.



9 thoughts on “Overwhelmed…

  1. shanjeniah says:

    Yikes! Maybe more practice is needed. Lots more?

    Funny story: After my Accomplice proposed to me, and I accepted, he said, “Now that we’re engaged, I guess I need to shave, right?”

    I nearly panicked. I do so love a beard – and now, that beard he DIDN’T shave is electric blue, which is really quite awesome.

    Vivian can have hers bare-faced. I’ll take the furry ones – but no demented poodles, please!

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