WIPpet Wednesday| Untitled Work
This week productivity was a success compared to the previous months. It never crossed my mind to tally the word count, but if I had to guess maybe three thousand words, at best. I have been writing everyday even if it’s only three hundred words or so. My goal is to write and read everyday. If I am bored with one story and can’t figure out how to get around it, I’ll pick up another story. So far this process has helped a lot, especially with keeping me focus. I’m sort of like Doug with squirrels from the movie Up when it comes to staying attentive. So far, I’ve completed a few shorts and worked on current WIP’s.
I also started researching for the business my best friend and I will go into together. We have amazing ideas and we’re ready to start the prototype. I kind of jumped the gun and designed our logo. She loves it and I have gotten positive reviews from friends and family. Below is the design, all feedback, negative and otherwise is welcomed. The wing of the butterfly is integrated with two zodiac symbols. Can anyone guess what they are?
Other than that, did some rearranging with the blog. Played with the theme until I came up with sidebars that’ll actually help readers navigate. I apologize for any confusion. Hopefully the new layout helps. Let us roll on to WIPpet Wednesday. As I stated on yesterday’s post, today’s WIP is actually a piece I created out of pure emotions. It is not tied to any story, if anything it is part of me. I was initially going to post it yesterday, but I really liked this one and wanted to post it today. Here are 13 sentences of an untitled work. For math, I added the month and the date (12+9) then subtracted by eight (21-8 = 13).
The distance us between has grown. Clearly, this future we try so desperately to build is nothing but a scam created by our futile imagination at the height of our relationship. We’re grasping for the little stands of hope that’s left scattered on the wooden floor from one of our many derange bickering.
What are we doing here?
Are we salvaging from the shattered mirror of what’s supposed to be our life? Or have we jumped from the illusion and now scurrying to our own ideal dreams?
Either way, it’s obvious. The love we’ve grown is as thin as ice. And on the surface engraved is our footprints side by side, faintly noticeable. But our footprints are just that. Memories of what was. If we don’t do something fast, then our last chapter will be as bittersweet as a dying woodpecker. The thumping of our accord would have stop, but the hole left from its dance will be so deep that our scars will be too excruciating to reminisce.
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Until the next post, Happy Reading and Writing everyone.