We had a merry week of holidays here in Tennessee. Food, fun, family. It’s all good. I hope you had a nice round of holiday fun as well.
This week’s WIPpet Wednesday* comes from my Appalachian contemporary fantasy, Cleaning House. This looks to be a new series, which I am very glad of, but it was nothing I didn’t expect. Every novel I’ve written has become part of a series. Stand-alone works, for some reason, just aren’t my thing.
Cleaning House is scheduled for release by Mountain Gap Books on October 1, 2018.
Here’s this week’s math. 12/27/2017 – 1+2=3, 7-2=5, 1+7=8. That’s 358 words from Cleaning House.
The Setup: We’re back in North Chicago, Cent’s suddenly in a tight spot, and Betty is right beside her to comfort the blow. Betty speaks first in this WIPpet.
“You off this afternoon?”
“I think. Why?” They’d stopped under a street light near the bodega. “Got something in mind?”
“Want to decompress?” Betty grinned down hopefully. “The electric’s back on so how about a movie, popcorn, and a glass or twelve of bubbly?”
“Only the best for my Cent.” They’d stopped outside Omar’s bodega. “Got your keys?”
“Yeah, hold on.” Cent dug in her pocket for the small ring of keys Omar had entrusted her with. “Okay, here we… wait. Did he change opening time without telling me?” Cent scrutinized the now opening at Eight A.M sign hanging on the gate then grabbed the paper wedged into it just above the lock.
“What’s it say?”
“Let me read it first.” She swatted Betty’s hand away and held the paper up to see it in the street light. “Damn.”
“What’s wrong, doll baby?” Betty took the paper, holding the paper in her nail tips as she read. “What a pisser. The bastard could have at least told you in person.” She crushed the paper in her hand.
“Yeah, you’d think.” Cent ran her hand over her face. “Shit! Now what am I going to do?”
“You can’t blame Omar for taking care of his family first, but his means of letting you know…” Betty grabbed Cent’s hand to bring it to her chest. “You’re going to be okay.”
“Not if I can’t pay my rent.” Cent knocked her head against Betty’s shoulder. Betty was even taller than she was, especially in heels. “Dammit!”
“Come on. Let’s go home.” Betty wrapped her arm around Cent’s shoulders, guiding her back to the apartment and up the stairs to the third floor where they lived in apartments at opposite ends of the hall. “Go put your stuff away, including your phone. Get your jammies on then get over to my place. I’ll peel off my face and get comfy while you do.” She gave Cent a nudge toward her apartment door. “Go on.”
“All right.” Cent hung her head. “See you in a few.”
“You better.” Betty stood in the hall watching until Cent’s door swung shut.
*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.