#HolidayTreeNovella #RainbowSnippets Seventy-Three 11/17: Stuck

Welcome to this week’s installment of Rainbowsnippets*! This one is uniquely mine, but there are lots of other great snippets to read, so after you finish here click the FB link at the bottom of the post to discover other great LGBTQIA authors and their works.

This past week has been interesting. I’ve been triggered and experienced passive-aggressive not-submissions to the publisher I do acquisitions for (If I can’t talk on the phone then, oh well, I just don’t have the time). Okay. And?

I’m going holiday shopping with my mother today. Let’s hope that helps because my current view of humanity rather stinks.

I’m sharing from my recently-released novella Mama, Me, & the Holiday Tree, which is set within the Appalachian Elementals Series. At 22K words in length, it’s a shorter novella, but it packs a lot of great things within its 74 pages.

The setup:  Cent’s just been berated by the homestead’s aggravating house spirit.

The first sentence, in yellow, comes from last week’s snippet.

  “Be nice to your mama.” A self-lit orb shoots across the kitchen and into the living room, trilling laughter as it goes.

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Author #Selfcare: How not to be Triggered by the Crazymakers in “Safe” Online Communities

TW/CW: Emotional Abuse Discussion
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CRAZYMAKER

Why am I sharing this experience? Clarity. My directly addressing what happened makes it easier for me to put aside.

So I admit it, I was recently triggered by someone online. It happens, particularly to people with PTSD like myself, but what slays me is that it happened inside what’s supposed to be an online “safe” space, a private, membership-via-application community.

My biggest trigger is easily crazymaking behavior. Why? Because it creates a no-win situation for the victim. I lived with that behavior from an ex for over a decade then again with an adult child who learned the behavior from said parent, and it taught me to doubt every choice I make, to self-blame, to doubt my own sanity.

Needless to say, neither of these people are in my life anymore. (Don’t judge where the adult child is concerned. When the abusive behavior of someone you love is making you physically ill, it often becomes a save-yourself-first scenario. It wasn’t an easy choice, believe me.)

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#TBT #CleaningHouseNovel #AppalachianElementals No. 3

Yes, I’m well aware that it’s only been a few months since the release of Cleaning House – An Appalachian Contemporary Fantasy, but I’m spending the month of November featuring it in my #TBT series because of the impending release of the second title in the series, the novella Mama, Me, & the Holiday Tree. It’s always good to relive the past, even the recent past, so I’ll be sharing Chapter One from Cleaning House throughout the month.

 

The section in yellow comes from last week’s post.

“Who is it?” She peered through the peephole.

   “Delivery for Centenary Rhodes.” The messenger held up the envelope that’d been tucked under their arm. Ruddy-brown, almost earth-toned skin, hair that went everywhere but was short enough to go nowhere— this messenger was, well, different on so many levels. And, their, yes, their. She’d learned long ago not to make assumptions about anyone, especially those she found herself attracted to.

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#1LineWed #amwriting #WIP Betray

Here’s another short-‘n-sweet  #1lineWed post. The theme is betray. This excerpt comes from Keeping House, novel two in the Appalachian Elementals series and one of my current WIPs.

 

 

 

Cent knew those voices as well as she knew the lights. How could you? She watched because she couldn’t look away, because she had to make certain the betrayal was real.

#WIP #amwriting #KeepingHouseNovel

 

 

 

 

#WIPpetWednesday #WIPpitWed #AppalachianElementals 11/14/18: Technicalities

#NaNoWriMo and me, we should be snuggling at this point but…. not so much. Yes, I believe I’m going to finish the first draft of Keeping House. Actually, I can see the end from here. It’s a matter of connecting the dots. But 50K?  (Context: Keeping House is now nearing 108K) Nope, not happening. And finishing off my Sci-Fi novella? That’s not happening either, but I can get it done in December.

 

 

Ideas though, they keep coming. Plot bunnies run amok. New ideas are good, but those bunnies can complicate WIPs.  This series and side stories could keep me occupied for years to come.

That’s not necessarily a bad thing.

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#HolidayTreeNovella #RainbowSnippets Seventy-Two 11/10: Tattletale Birdie

Welcome to this week’s installment of Rainbowsnippets*! This one is uniquely mine, but there are lots of other great snippets to read, so after you finish here click the FB link at the bottom of the post to discover other great LGBTQIA authors and their works.

This week I’m sharing from my just-released novella Mama, Me, & the Holiday Tree, which is set within the Appalachian Elementals Series. At 22K words in length, it’s a shorter novella, but it packs a lot of great things within its 74 pages.

The setup:  It’s late evening on the homestead, and Cent’s talking with Aubrey and Betty about the family’s Mama problem.

The first sentence, in orange, comes from last week’s snippet.

 Not happening, baby doll.” Betty sets her mug of chamomile and lavender tea beside mine. We went through hell up in Chicago, and the experiences helped us become the best of friends, but she’s always been able to see through me. Continue reading

#AppalachianElementals #FictionFri The Rhodes Family Tree

One of the major themes in the Appalachian Elementals series is family. It was central to  Cleaning House, to Mama, Me, & the Holiday Tree, and is central to Keeping House, my current work in progress. Family is also, like in many cultures, central to Appalachia. We’re traditionally close-knit, though that has somewhat changed over the last few generations. That said, I might, at a later date, take a closer look at Tess and Roslyn Rhodes’ generation (meaning write a story where they’re the MCs, but that’s for another day since I’m currently neck deep in #NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month).

When Cleaning House was a rough draft, I scrawled out the Rhodes’ family tree as it relates to Cent and her cousin, Aubrey, adding details like birth/death dates, where the magic derives from in each family member, if there’s any magic at all, and ended up with four-five generations (depending on your take), going back to Cent and Aubrey’s great-great-grandmother Amadahy, a fictional member of the North Carolina Cherokee tribal rolls (one of my own ancestors, six generations back, is listed on those same rolls, I’ve been told).

Anyway, that initial scrawl to set down a lineage has become the graphic below, an actual family tree.

Creating the family tree helped bring the characters to life, to give them roots. It helped me determine how they might have thought, their experiences,  how things developed between generations and, more specifically, where things have gone wrong. Continue reading

#TBT #CleaningHouseNovel #AppalachianElementals No. 2

Yes, I’m well aware that it’s only been a few months since the release of Cleaning House – An Appalachian Contemporary Fantasy, but I’m spending the month of November featuring it in my #TBT series because of the impending release of the second title in the series, the novella Mama, Me, & the Holiday Tree (info below). It’s generally good to relive the past, even the recent past, so I’ll be sharing Chapter One from Cleaning House throughout the month.

 


The brief portion in yellow comes from last week’s post.

The old bank had once been grand, but now…

     “What a dump.” Still, it was all she could afford on two part-time jobs. Cent threw her coat over the single dinette chair and flung herself, face-down, over the sheet-draped, worn plaid couch that served as both her living space and bed. Not even a fold-out. She’d finagle one eventually, but until then she’d sleep solo. Always solo. “Who’d want to come back here, anyway?” Her romantic and job prospects had been abysmal since she’d lost her full-time accountant job in a corporate down-size. For the past year, she’d divided her time between a local bodega and a small computer repair shop. Both bosses were pricks, and the bodega owner’s wife kept telling her that she’d find herself a good man if she’d try.

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#WriteLGBTQ #HolidayTreeNovella First Yule

#WriteLGBTQ Excitement. Yes, of course. It’s that time of year, and Betty’s anticipating good things at her first Yule celebration.

 

 

 

 

Betty’s been behind Ivan the entire time, a foot taller and full of excitement. This is her first Yule celebration, and she’s said she’s curious. She wants to experience the entire wheel of the year before she decides which direction her path might lead, but I see her making one that’s truly her own.

#AppalachianElementals #HolidayTreeNovella #Paranormal #Fantasy #HappyHolidays


A dozen handmade holiday ornaments, that’s all, but it might be an impossible task.

Centenary Rhodes and her mother are at constant odds. It’s one of the many reasons Cent left home when she was eighteen. Mama’s difficult for anyone to manage, but now that Cent’s back home, she has to try. Mama, however, won’t acknowledge who Cent’s become, even though she’s repeatedly been shown the truth.

It’ll take more than popcorn strings and paper snowflakes to heal the rift that’s formed between Cent and Mama. It’s going to take bushels of patience, heaps of magic, and assistance from everyone on both sides of Embreeville Mountain to reset the Balance between them.

But with Yule and Christmas just around the corner, it might already be too late.

Mama, Me, and the Holiday Tree is available for preorder in both print and ebook formats. And the ebook format is only $.99 for a limited time!

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