#WIPpet Wednesday #Amwriting #biweek 9/20/17: 33 Hours Before
It’s Bisexual Awareness week. Yes, we do exist. We sometimes have husbands, sometimes wives, and, sometimes, we’re polyamorous. Regardless, we’re who we are, but many people try to negate our existence. We’re not a phase or a period of transition. To say our existence serves that purpose is to negate us. My response to that idea is HERE. (“A Pansexual’s Response to Negation”)
Yes, I said we. I’m a pansexual (meaning here) woman married to a woman, and I write Science Fiction. My current series is Bi Sci-Fi, and my current protagonist, Etain Ixtii, is both bisexual and polyamorous. It’s who she is, and she doesn’t tolerate anyone else trying to define her based on their ideology. She’s also a mother… yes, bisexuality, polyamory, and motherhood can and do go hand-in-hand. I met several such women at the local pride fest last weekend. It was a wonderful, confirming event, and I was proud to be a part of it.
That said, let’s get to today’s topic… it’s WIPpet Wednesday, a chance for authors to share their current WIPs.
This week’s WIPpet Wednesday* comes again from Surrogate: Traditions, the third novel in the Surrogate Series.
Here’s my WIPpet math: 9/20/2017 – I am running with nine. Nine for September. This selection comes from Chapter Nine of Surrogate: Traditions.
The Setup: Tempers are again flaring inside the apartment, and Etain and Leigheas have all but hit the point of what I’ve heard called hallway sex. You know about hallway sex, don’t you? That’s when two angry people stand at opposite ends of a hall and yell “F*** you!” at each other. I’ve seen more than one relationship end in this manner… including one of my own.
“But you’re my wife.” Leigheas held out his hands. “Please. We can sit in the dining room. I just want to talk to you.”
“No.” She drew back from his reach. “You revoked that right during our last conversation.”
“I have reasons for everything I said.”
“There is no explanation you can give that will—”
“Please, Etain.” His voice stuck between Low and High Takla until he cleared his throat. “Please.”
“That’s enough,” said Aerachin. “Leave her alone until she’s ready.”
“Where’re you sleeping tonight?” Leigheas retreated to the dining table where he sat, sliding his hand-held back and forth across the table. “With them?”
“Why, you have plans with Samudra Ona?” She growled low.
“You know where I’ll be.”
“And you know I am sleeping within my circle just as I have for decades!”
“Not on Clkya, you didn’t.”
“You have some nerve.” She growled louder.
“I’m part of that circle you’re claiming.” He placed his hands palm-down on the table then pushed up on them, leaning across the table to glare at her.
“You still believe you are?” She met his gaze with a cold, unblinking stare.
“Then I’m your husband.” He punctuated his claim with a small hiss.
“I can solve that problem.” She slipped off her wedding band and placed it on the ottoman.
Read other WIPpets from Surrogate: Traditions HERE.
*WIPpet Wednesday is a blog hop hosted by Emily Wrayburn wherein writers share excerpts of their latest WIP. All genres and levels of accomplishment are welcome. The only stipulation is that the excerpt must coincide with the date in some manner. For example, on 10/8/14 you might share 10 lines from page 8, 8 paragraphs from chapter 14, or perhaps 18 sentences by doing WIPpet math and adding the day to the month. We’re flexible like that.