Howdy!
It’s time for the mid-summer edition of the WeWriWablog hop, and event that brings together an eclectic band of writers together
as they share snippets of their writing. If you’ve never participated before,
you should. It’s a good, supportive group and you’ll be amazed by the wide
variety of genres represented.
The rules are simple;
- Sign up on the Linky list
- Take anything you’ve written-it can be something you’ve published, something you’re in the middle of editing, or even a roughdraft.
- Pick eight sentences and post them, as well as a link leading back to the WeWriWa site on your blog.
- Hop around the internet and read the samples fellow participants have posted.
It’s the friendliest writing groups I’ve ever
encountered.
My contribution comes from the young adult WIP I’m
floundering my way through. The story is set just in the United States, just a
few weeks prior to the bombing of Pearl Harbor. It’s a friends-to-lovers story
about an all-American farm boy and his best friend, who just happens to be an
German immigrant. This snippet picks up where the last one I posted left off.
Speaking of my last post. I can’t thank everyone
enough for your wonderful advice about how to improve my writing and your
encouragement. You’re the best!
Without further ado!
He
helped Rosika into the cab and snapped his fingers; Becca, responded instantly,
leaping over the side of the truck in a single, effortless bound, and settling
in the truck bed. David glanced over the side. In addition to his dog, the back
of his truck contained a large hamper.
David inhaled, savoring the
mouthwatering aroma of like green bean casserole, gingersnaps, and pork roast.
He glanced at Rosika, “it smells
great.”
“I
noticed you've failed to bring anything, you do realize that the whole point of a
potluck is everyone bringing food to share.”
David’s mouth curved into a charming
grin. “Humph, guess you’re not as clever as you think. It just so happens, I’m
bringing the two most important things.”
Sorry,
I had to rely on a little creative punctuation to make the snippet the right
length, Also, the dog, Becca, is a brand spanking new addition to the story.
She insisted on being included, and I’ve learned to never argue with a dog!
