#WIPpet Wednesday #Amwriting Meet Aubrey 11/22/17

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Here comes Thanksgiving, the harbinger of the U.S. holiday season. I love the family togetherness, the spirit of giving, the– I love a lot of things about this time of year, but I don’t appreciate the rush-rush, spend-spend feeling. Never have. Never will.

Black Friday and I have become almost mortal enemies as I’ve grown older.

No, I’m not a humbug. Rather, I simply detest commercialism.

 There’s a story in there somewhere, but I’m not ready to explore it. Yet.

This week’s WIPpet Wednesday* comes from Cleaning House, one of my current WIPs.  I’m almost 60K into the manuscript and working hard on it for NaNoWriMo. No, I won’t be finished with the first draft before the end of the month, but I hope to write “The End” by December 31st. Cleaning House is scheduled for release by Mountain Gap Books in October, 2018.

Here’s this week’s  WIPpet math. 11/22/2017: 2, 7-2, 2+1+1+1

255 words from Chapter Two of Cleaning House. Cent’s finally calling home, and her first contact is with her cousin Aubrey.

Note: K-Town is local slang for Knoxville, Tennessee.


     “Aubrey? That you?” Cent relaxed her grip on the phone when he confirmed her inquiry. Cousin Aubrey was not just okay, he was the only other family in the family. The self-professed rainbow sheep, a title he’d claimed only after Cent had moved away. “Is Aunt Tess around?’

     “In her herb garden.” Aubrey placed emphasis on the normally silent H in herb. “Hold on now. I’ll get her for you.”

     This’ll take a few. Cent heard the bang of the backdoor and Aubrey’s voice seconds later, yelling for Aunt Tess.

     “She’s coming. So, how you doin’?” he asked as soon as he returned.

     “Fine, I guess. Working. That’s pretty much it.”

     “You and me both.” Aubrey chuckled low. “Your mama’s mad ‘cause Tess contacted you, so watch yourself.”

     “I haven’t talked to Mama in over three years.”

     “That’s good, considerin’. She and that Minister Ruleman fella are getting married in three months.” Aubrey sounded like he’s swallowed something midway between alum bitter and persimmon sour. “Nobody around here’s seen her knees an’ elbows in a good six months, and she’s taken to wearing this scarf thing about her head. She says it’s about modesty, but– hell, she’s livin’ with and takin’ care of this old woman from Ruleman’s church until the wedding, and she’s taken to preaching the Gospel at every turn and–” He took a deep breath. “She just ain’t herself no more. It’s really weird.”

     “Geez. Okay, thanks for the info.” Cent rolled her eyes. Mama had always been quick to take up with any man who’d give her attention, had always rushed to move in with him, and had always dragged Cent along until she’d been old enough to say no. “So how are you, Aub?”

     “Still drivin’ back an’ forth to K-Town. You know how it is.”

     Ethan during the week. Straight on the weekends. No one should have to live two lives for their family to accept them. “Why do you think I moved away?”

*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.




  1. Ah man. When I first read the line about driving back and forth, I assumed it was just a work thing or something. Then I read the last lines, and that was punch to the gut if ever there was one.


    • Yeah, it’s rough on Aubrey, I’m sure. I’ve known several like him over the years. It was always sad to see, but most eventually came to the conclusion that it was no way to live. Aubrey, however… we’ll see.


  2. Even if it’s not my blood family, I know about that two lives thing. I really feel for Aubrey here, and no, it’s no way to live. Maybe having Cent nearby will help?

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