#WIPpet Wednesday - No Filter: Who's Libby? - #lgbtqia
Quickly flying in to post this (a day late). I’m mid-assignment, mid-editing, mid-grading, mid-everything except writing No Filter, but I’m still snipping from it today.
Brief story info:
No Filter is a crossover novella of the Hiding Behind The Couch and Checking Him Out series(es), featuring Libby (and others) from HBTC, and Matty (and others) from CHO.
This week’s snippet comes a few paragraphs after last week’s, where Matty had typed an email to Libby (whom he met in Hiding Out) and is waiting for Noah (his other half) to proofread it before he sends it.
WIPpet maths for 8th March:
8 question marks. I know, it’s pants, but my brain refuses to cooperate further.
And the WIPpet Snippet:
What is WIPpet Wednesday?
WIPpet Wednesday is a blog hop where authors share from their current works in progress - expertly organised/hosted by Emily Wrayburn - and the excerpt has to relate to the date in some way. For links to other fabulous authors' WIPpets, visit: http://www.inlinkz.com/wpview.php?id=355404
Thanks for reading
Deb x
Brief story info:
No Filter is a crossover novella of the Hiding Behind The Couch and Checking Him Out series(es), featuring Libby (and others) from HBTC, and Matty (and others) from CHO.
This week’s snippet comes a few paragraphs after last week’s, where Matty had typed an email to Libby (whom he met in Hiding Out) and is waiting for Noah (his other half) to proofread it before he sends it.
WIPpet maths for 8th March:
8 question marks. I know, it’s pants, but my brain refuses to cooperate further.
And the WIPpet Snippet:
“Yeah, it’s [Matty’s email] OK,” Noah said, nodding and still looking at the screen. “Who’s Libby?”
Matty stopped mid-stretch, with his left foot behind his head. “You’re kidding me.”
Noah peered up through his eyebrows. “Nope. Oh, wait, is she the girl who…came to…that show back…whenever?”
Matty unhooked his foot and let it drop heavily to the floor. He marched over to the bed and snatched his phone back. “You ain’t actually got a clue, have you?”
For what it was worth, Noah grimaced guiltily. “No, sorry.”
“D’you remember my Starlight dance?”
The grimace flipped into a grin. “Yep. Not exactly gonna forget it, am I?”
“Oh, yeah? Well, while you’re all ‘I’m so special he created a dance for me’, can you remember how you found out?”
“Lauren told me.”
“Nope!”
“She did,” Noah argued. “In the interval. I was outside, looking for you, and…” His words trailed off. “Lauren didn’t tell me.”
“Nope.”
“I was sure…it was…” Noah rubbed his hair—or the black hair-shaped shadow—with his palm. It made a sound like a tiny saw. He looked totally bamboozled. “Jeez. Where the hell was my head at?”
“Up your arse,” Matty said, matter-of-fact, even though thinking back to their ‘break’ could still knock him sideways.
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What is WIPpet Wednesday?
WIPpet Wednesday is a blog hop where authors share from their current works in progress - expertly organised/hosted by Emily Wrayburn - and the excerpt has to relate to the date in some way. For links to other fabulous authors' WIPpets, visit: http://www.inlinkz.com/wpview.php?id=355404
Thanks for reading
Deb x
LOL. Well, I guess Noah can be forgiven for being a bit distracted at the time. Noah fumbling around for who she is made me laugh because I may have done that a time or two.
ReplyDeleteHeh. I do that too and try to pretend like I knew all along - even when I've been rumbled.
Delete'Up your arse'. That made me laugh(I'm also awake at 1:30 a.m. for no particular reason, so a lot makes me laugh). ��
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm terrible at remembering where I meet/ know someone from(yet everyone seems to look familiar for some reason)
Heh, black hair-shaped shadow...as in stubble? That's what I'm getting, but that might be because my head's just a bit past that point but an ugly brown with white globs thrown into the mix. Anna calls it the baby bird fuzz stage. She can call it whatever she wants since she likes it. đŸ˜‰
ReplyDeleteAnd eight question marks is fine with me.
Oh, and that last bit, sometimes our words can hide what our hearts cant.