#WIPpet Wednesday #Amwriting 12/13/17: One Cute Cuttah

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Have you ever been sick and tired of being sick and tired? Yeah, that’s me right now. This stomach whatever-it-is isn’t letting go easily. Bleh.

This week’s WIPpet Wednesday* comes from Cleaning House, one of my current WIPs.  I finished the LGBTQIA Appalachian Contemporary Fantasy’s first draft last week, and I’m ready to put it away for a month so I can work on something else. But I can’t put it away for long. Cleaning House is scheduled for release by Mountain Gap Books on October 1, 2018.

Here’s this week’s math. 12/13/2017 – I’m grabbing the seven, which means seven paragraphs from Cleaning House.

The Setup: Last week I took you to Hare Creek for a sweet memory, and this week we’re back in North Chicago. It’s early morning, and Cent, on her way to work at a local bodega, encounters one of the prostitutes who inhabit her apartment building.

     “Chupta, Cent? Early shift again?” Betty flicked ashes from her bargain-brand cigarette.

     “Yeah, unfortunately.” Cent stepped over Betty’s stretched leg. “You’re up late.”

     “Shit for business last night.” Betty took a deep drag from her smoke. “I’ll do a lot of things, but there’re some things I won’t do for anyone.” She curled her deep-red lips into a snarl. “I’m tryin’ to stay clean, you know?” Betty’s voice was everything Cent’s wasn’t— deep in tone and Eastern New England in accent. Her ending R sounds were more like an H, and her word choices– they’d all but needed dictionaries to understand each other when they’d met the year before.

     “What is it, six months now?” Cent stood at the bottom step and looked down the street, dreading the dark walk.

     “Two-hundred-ten days but who’s counting?” Betty tapped Cent’s backside with the toe of her four-inch heel. “Want me to walk you to work?”

     “I can’t afford your rate.” Cent glanced back at Betty. Too much makeup, but Betty had said that’s what her customers wanted.

     “No charge for a cute cuttah like you, and I need some smokes anyways.” Betty flicked her cigarette butt onto the step below her, pulled her legs together, and pushed her skirt to a more presentable length. “Omar hates me waltzin’ in there in my work clothes anyhows. Always thinks I’m gonna kife somethin’.”

Read more WIPpets from Cleaning House 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.

8 thoughts on “#WIPpet Wednesday #Amwriting 12/13/17: One Cute Cuttah

  1. I think I like Betty.

    I can relate to needing a dictionary (or a translator) when meeting someone. I have a friend from my college days, and when we met, we couldn’t understand each other at all.

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  2. I have to confess… the fact that Betty is a prostitute struck a bit of a funny bone with me. Old childhood stories about a local tavern owner… named Betty. And the sort of tales a prepubescent kid hears all the adults whispering about in small north county towns….

    I really like your Betty. I never met the other one. Though many of the tales make me wish I had.

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