WiP Wednesday

So I answer a lot of interview questions. One I get quite often is "What are you working on now?"

Well. Remember that post a couple of months ago where I had a dream about a guitar-playing, resistance-inspiring Beth Revis?

Yeah, I'm writing that.

Sans Beth, of course, but still.

I'M WRITING THAT. It's dystopian. It's fantasy. It's YA. It's fun to be writing again.

Who knew? Here's a little WIPpet:
I finger the scrap of paper in my dress pocket. It speaks of something I’ve heard rumors of. Whispers. I’ve seen a pamphlet once or twice, and immediately torn it up or tossed it in the incinerator.

This time, though, I kept the paper. Sure, I was about to throw it aside when my eyes caught the word “music.”

I’ve been carrying it for days. Tonight’s the night of something called a sing-in. I still haven’t decided if I’ll go or not. A deep gulf inside of me desperately wants to. The sensible girl inside says, Forget about it, Echo.

I listen to her too much.

But I don’t have the strength to override her.

What are you working on right now?