Just replying to add #WIPSnips to this because clearly I forgot lol

White text on a black background. The word “converting” is highlighted in green. Without thinking my fingers curl into a fist. I stretch them back out into a normal position. Don't get angry. Sadness is manageable. But rage? Rage is uncontrollable, damaging. Sadness won't kill anyone but yourself. Rage is how people become serial killers. Converting my rage into sadness is easy. It means I don't have to worry about lashing out and hurting people, or getting into fights at school over some petty comment. So instead of being angry, I'm sad. It's better for everyone that way. If I didn't, I'd have been expelled or in jail a long time ago. I don't know how long I spend asleep or awake, flitting between sleep stages like a ghost weaving between graves in a cemetery, dreaming and waking, nonsensical thoughts blurring between then and now. I am prepared to sink into an endless pit of despair— that's what being home alone is for, after all— but instead I find myself confronted by a thin shred of something resembling optimism, like the pale rays of sunlight sneaking through the blackout curtains in my room.

Today’s #WIPsnips word is #convert. I went with #converting. The other scene was one I think I’ve posted before, and I want to mix things up a bit.

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After the meeting, Bailey rubbed her head in the hallway. "Great, how are we going to #convert Jin from a civilian to a military member?"
"Kid likes fighting, right?" Cosmo said. "Tell him he gets a gun."
"You can buy a gun anywhere here!"
"A high powered gun and the government pays you." #WIPSnips

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From One Bad Tuesday: Ch. 8 - Ties That Bind (Coming soon)

Noreen opened the door before sunset, beckoning Alice from the lookout stone. “Bring yourself outta the damps and dews now, a thaisce.” “But Ma an’ Hannah han’t come yet,” Alice said, pulling her hood down. “Nor Uncle Condy.” “They’ll be along. Come in an’ warm yourself, so’s they don’t have to hug a cold stone.” Alice gave a small whinge, climbed down, and hurried for the house. “Peel off an’ set in by the fire now,” Noreen said, shutting the door. Tarlach stood by the bedchamber door, well pleased. The guests shrank the room—Donagh, Darby, one-eyed Father Burke on the bench, and the table crowded with bread, bloaters, whiskey, brandy, tea, a sugar loaf, cups and tumblers. A sight to give Tarlach a glint of his dream. Behind him, the three boys played at the cards, loud as crows. Noreen came close to her husband. “Sun’s goin’ down,” she whispered. “Och, sure, they called in on Condy. The three’ll come up onced the light’s awaa. Told him come earlier, but heth, himself bein’ a creathur o’ darkness now . . . an’ right enough.” “Canna help the troublous thoughts on me.” Noreen wanted Bella and Condy to draw closer like nothing else, but the worry clung to her. “Han’t seen the both at Mass.” “Couldna swing a cat in there,” Tarlach said. “So up they fetched to the loft. An’ did ye not see the humble faces? Swaddlers the lot, home again, ev’ry sowl.” Tarlach gestured to the priest. “Thanks to Father Liam. Mass every Sunday now, Father—isn that it?” “Aye. I’m sailin’ till Rome for a spell, but I’ll bring down a young cully from Derry—David Whalen—fresh out o’ Saint-Yves.” “Will he favor distillation?” Donagh muttered.

Tarlach shot him a look. “Will ye pass the salt, Donie?” Darby leaned in. “Ne’er axed where they ordained ye, Liam.” “Saint-Yves as well.” “Ye might’ve told me afore. Blot o’ blots, there’s me mind slippin’ into th’ eventide o’ life.” Darby tossed back a cup of brandy. “Best not be slippin’ off,” Tarlach said. “Need your head for the business.” “Och.” Darby waved him off. “Now, tell us, Liam, where’s this Saint-Yves at all?” “Brittany.” “Och, ye must’ve seen a firestorm there,” Tarlach said. “Napoleon an’ all.” “Aye.” Burke picked up a cup of brandy and stared into the fire. “An’ in the years afore the Ruction, France was home to a power of Irish.” “An’ sure if we don’t ’member it as the Year o’ the French,” Darby said. “An Bliain na bhFrancach, we called it. What would this God-forsaken land be now, had we tried democracy? Their republic fell to bits, so it did.” “Aye,” said Burke. “But Americay—she’s standin’ yet afther five-an’-twenty year. An’ will ye have us ruled by an Irish king, Darby?” Darby pressed a knuckle to his mouth. “Would it matther, so long as no child wept for bread, no mother for peace?” He took another sip. “’Twas said the Irish took up posts in Napoleon’s army. Is that so?” “Many.” “What age had ye then, Liam? Summer o’ ninety-eight.” “Five an’ twenty.” Darby clicked his tongue. “Sakes, but Wexford was a hotbed then, so it was.” “I wasn’t in Wexford.” Burke said no more, nor did he lift his mournful eye from the fire.

#WIPSnips: convert

In 1816 Ireland, the Protestant churches lured converts with blankets and 2nd-hand clothes; thus Catholics called converts "swaddlers."

Our Story: A gathering at Ardnawark after Easter Mass. Bella and Hannah have gone missing, but no one knows it yet.

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What a Good Friday when I have the #WIPSnips word of the day. Today, "convert" which I use in the past tense in #POLLINATIONtheSERIES, season 4. This time as part of a musical montage sequence. (Soundtrack: Dust in the Wind by Kansas)

#WIPSnips “By the seven empty thrones. By the maidenhead of Queen Mhenggaw. By the pike orchards of the east. By the tainted temples of the south. By the princely banners of the west. By the cruel camps of the north. By the flames that torched a thousand ships. By Kahran and the beach of bones.”

Background: An old man being tormented by demons. "All my life I've done what I was told somebody in my position should!" shouted Sarcrad. "I was told not to become a mage, so I didn't! I was told not to go to University, although I'd have liked to, so I didn't! I was told to stay away from other psychics so I did! I was told to marry a hipsickah, so I did but she divorced me after having two kids. I married another hipsickah and had another kid with her and then she divorced me! I wasn't allowed to learn how to properly run the estate I was destined to inherit! I was told to get a job but nobody would hire me! Eventually my family appointed me observer of XT's for the estate. When I started cataloging all the flutters, XT photoorganisms and microbes, they changed it to 'sentient XT's'! Of course we didn't have any sentient XT's! Even now I've finally become a Trustee, other members of my family insist on performing most my duties! They often trick me or fail to inform me so I miss them! Now Printorac! He's become a mage! He's going to University! All his friends are psychics, magi and even fornicating teleporters! He's converted to Winemakerism so he can marry a nibeyah mage for fornication's sake! Not just any nibeyah mage but a fornicating lunatic! I tried to stop that because nobody else had the fornicating gonads to throw the grenade! And then the fornicating thing turned out to be a fornicating toy! Did you intentionally make me waste my fornicating life? Probably my last chance to do something important and you fornicating ruined it!"

#WIPSnips April 3 convert
Angry aristocrat, Saracrad, is on trial and goes into this anti "My Way" speech.
From "Tales of Midbar: Poisoned Well" - www.inkitt.com/stories/635659

Find out what happens when Eleanorah decides to travel "just for fun..." 🦋

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BillyBarr William (Billy) Barr is married to Patricia (Trisha) Barr. They are the parents of Andrew (Andy) Barr, who is more commonly known as AngryBard. BillyBarr, a librarian from Lancaster, is now the head l...

#WIPsnips 3 Apr 'convert'

More about BillyBarr on the website

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WIP extract book 1 of 6 SlenderWolf In With the In Crowd Chapter 22 Wine Time “The internet died 300 years ago, what are you talking about?” “Peer pressure - having a thirteen year old trying to boss us around because he believes his mates and not us!” “Well, yes it was all about money, the more money they had, the more influence they exerted, and that brought in more money, allowing them more scope to influence, and make their followers even poorer I the process.” “And even dumber!” “A vicious circle,” says BillyBarr, “ he was asking me for more money, more pocket money.” “He can have more money if he earns it, that’s what we had to do. It’s time for him to study hard, and to think about his future.” “We sound just like our parents!” “It’s true though, some things never change. It’s not that he needs to look for new landscapes, but that he needs to look with new eyes!” “Marcel Proust!” says BillyBarr. “He should get a Saturday job as soon as he’s fourteen, and try and work out what he really wants to do when he leaves school.” A watercolour painting of of a pretty lady aged 34. She has light natural brown hair styled in a messy updo with a few tendrils. She has a calm, pleasant expression, with a hint of a smile. She is wearing a plain pale blue top, no jewellery, not even earrings and she has minimalist cosmetics. The image is labelled TrishaBarr. A watercolour painting of of a clean shaven man aged 33. He has short red auburn hair and fair skin, and dark green eyes. He’s wearing a light blue denim shirt. He has a neutral, thoughtful expression and is looking slightly to the side. The image is labelled BillyBarr. copyright © Scott Rochester 2026

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convert > sub > followers

AngrBard's mum & dad are bemoaning his dalliances with Kayt.

& influencers, & the internet, & peer pressure et al.

(The internet died 300 years ago!)

We sound just like out parents!

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From Scarlett (convertible instead of convert):

A man who definitely looked constipated stood in the lot next to a red convertible, about four rows back. As they came piling out of the door his look changed to astonishment.

“I can do it. I don't need help,” I hastily said. I'd met Kashi's professional organizer sister. Deepa was a bossypants who would throw out everything when I wasn't looking and expect me to thank her for converting me to minimalism.

WIPSnips: convert

People always guess I'm writing about myself through my MC.

No, my self insert is a character we never meet, and I'm poking fun at what I'd be like if I didn't control myself:

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Synonym time for #WIPSnips

Pt446
As they rounded a curve in the well worn path through the cavern, Dawn took the position behind Tuska while Sonoria distractedly helped Adario with the horse. Dawn had been ready to get tattooed #rings, #convert to Xalapa’s Chalchiuhtlicue sect.
Dawn didn’t have to be alone.
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"Where else could you go to the beach or be in a pool in December?"
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Today on #WIPSnips: Charlotte cleans up some spilt Red Max; Phil twiddles a harpoon; and Doc Nectarine hides in a bottle bank.

All in a day's work in Bit#4 of the Ambivalence Chronicles.

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Veyr and his sister/auditor arguing over the danger of pushing systems to the edge.
I love their dynamic. If only it didn't end.

From "Special Inspector EP09"

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This is so out extremely out of context, lol

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Celineux chuckled quietly. "Did you convert the entire guard staff?" "Of course I did," Lykos snapped bitterly as she moved up to a security keypad beside the door. "Years of this torturous nonsense. It was the only engaging activity I had." "The originals?" "Killed on the island, all at different times. The absence was never noticed." Celineux giggled again, and let Lykos work in peace.

#WIPSnips a Bluesky Writing Community Tag Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social The #WIPSnips words for March 30th through April 5th. March 30th - film March 31st - step April 1st - fool April 2nd - beach April 3rd - convert April 4th - forum April 5th - mug

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Minimized context due to spoilers on this one. Two of Torlash's servants, up to no good. Lykos especially is a truly vicious villain, and Celineux is probably the most literally evil character in the entire series.
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"All the #converts have to do it," she said.
"I know." He still didn't move.
She sighed and picked up the dagger. He swallowed thickly before holding out his hand, inhaling sharply as his palm opened like a red smile beneath her blade.

It's 1901. #FrankMatsura is a Japanese Christian convert, although his parents were believers in Buddha and Shinto. This casts Obon traditions in a painful light. #WIPsnips #convert #writesky #literaryfiction

CW: 🫑🧀 I'm cheating and re-using a snip I shared to #WIPSnips last month for #LesFicFri 3 Apr: Prefer

April 3 #WIPSnips: “convert”

Late June 2008: Just a coffee, okay. But just a coffee soon becomes just tie shopping, becomes just a trip to the Morgan Library, becomes just a drink, and dinner, and sex, and more sex, and hey whoopsiedoodle, Jenny’s in too deep. A snip from my #WIP “Surface Tension.”

#WIPSnips 'convert'

no convert but this passage has 2 synonyms
Have I mentioned the MC of the new story is named Sunny Disposition?

I have a whole trilogy surrounding cults, but I decided to use this #WIPSnips from the historical fiction series in progress.

#WIPsnips "convert" from Chapter 22, Life Is Short: Buildings near the libraries are converted to use as schools. Teachers appear, ready for students. Children and adults show up to learn. Everybody finds the schools by word of mouth from nomad to nomad. #writersky #writingcommunity

#WIPSnips for Apr. 3 is 'convert'

Only one instance of this in the #dystopia, but at least it's a nice bit of scenery

Whereas in the #creaturefeature, some 'change' isn't doing anyone good...

My MC accompanies the doctor to see the prison governor.

The #WIPSnips word for April 3rd is “convert” #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

From book 6