ROW80 #3: The Plot Thickens . . .

How could it be Wednesday already? Here's a quick check-in for progress so far
for A Round of Words in 80 Days. I can only post the goals for this week, as I've made absolutely no progress on writing or reading since Sunday last, other than minor editing and more work on developing the theme and character back stories. So, by Sunday, I hope to:

1. Write 1,000 words on Tapestry project.
2. Write 1 poem this week.
3. Read x6 ROW80, IWSG, Weds WIPpet.
4. Post snippet from current project weekly to Weds WIPpet. Done! See below.

If you've checked out WIPpet Wednesday, you know this online challenge, hosted kindly by Emily Wrayburn, asks us to post a 'snippet' from our current writing, using some sort of formula derived from today's date. Following, you'll find 17 lines (for January 17), in rough draft form. 

Background: Sandra Robertson, an art appraiser, has driven down from Edinburgh, Scotland, to investigate a Narwhal Cup for her employer.

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Mrs. Haversham rose and held her hand out for the portfolio. “I'd rather not discuss the details, at least for now.” She paused. “Thank you for coming today, Miss Robertson. I will be happy to learn of your evaluation of the cup. When you have your report ready, please call me.”

I felt as if I were being dismissed. But that was all right. If traffic held, I should be home by nightfall, certainly early enough to prepare my pictures for a slide show for the morning briefing with Mr. Ferguson. That is, if Tom didn't come over tonight to pick up what he called “his personal effects.” I think he should have used his key to pick up what he wanted. What could I possibly say to him that hadn't been said before? 

Actually, I wanted to toss his things out the third story window into the courtyard below, right next to the Writer's Museum. No doubt that would have horrified the tourists who clumped through the close in small straggling groups on the hour. But not as much as it would have horrified Tom.

The cell phone rang through with a voice mail, just as I was circling the block, seeking that elusive parking spot. I glanced at the notification to see Tom's name.

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And that's it for Wednesday. Have a good week ahead. May your writing go well. If you feel so inclined, hop over to our FACEBOOK group or on our WEBSITE.

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