It’s Wednesday! A new year, a new WIPpet. I don’t have much else to share besides that. I’m finishing up a design job today, a children’s book. That’s something, I suppose. No, it isn’t that I’m apathetic, more like tired and for no other reason than holiday drain. It takes my body longer than it should to recover from such things. My spoons are running short, and I’ve a long list to accomplish in the near future.
But I don’t have the time or energy to finish all my projects today, so I’m not even going to try.
This week’s WIPpet Wednesday* comes from my Appalachian contemporary fantasy, Cleaning House. I’ve come to the realization that the manuscript is full of one-liners, and I’m okay with that. Local color tends to do such things, and this story is full of East Tennessee and my own unique, if not a bit perverse, sense of humor. I’m particularly enjoying my redneck fairies. Yes, I said redneck fairies. Good ol’ boys and their she-king running a magical chop shop in a holler. And chop shop means just what you think, stolen cars. They’re minor characters in Cleaning House, but I see them being major players later in the series.
More on that later. Pinky swear.
Cleaning House is scheduled for release by Mountain Gap Books on October 1, 2018.
Here’s this week’s math. 1/3/2017 – I’m taking the two ones for eleven paragraphs from Cleaning House (297 words in total).
The Setup: Cent and Betty have spent the day together watching movies and talking, but Cent has fallen asleep at some point, waking to find Betty anything but happy.
“Why do you have my phone?” Cent rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
“I asked you to leave it at home.” Betty blew another smoke ring out the window, ground the cigarette butt against the radiator, and flicked it out the window before she turned, straddling the chair as she peered at Cent through slitted eyes.
“Well, Little Miss Forgetful, your Great Aunt Tess called like six times while you slept.” She reached for her pack of cigarettes and lighter. “I don’t know how you slept through it.”
“You didn’t answer, did you?”
“Thought it might be an emergency.” Betty shoved a cigarette between her lips and flicked open her lighter. “And it was.”
“No, it wasn’t. I would have felt it.” Cent rubbed her eyes harder. “You got something besides champagne I can drink?”
“There’s some bottled water in the fridge.” Betty stared unblinkingly at Cent. “And again with the feeling stuff? You’re a strange woman, but I actually believe such things coming from you.”
“I’m nothing special, just got a touch of empath ability is all.” Cent shrugged. “The sight runs in my family.”
“Then why do you have some of the things I’ve seen in your apartment? Crystals in the corners, the little bag over the front door, those signs you talking about.” Betty raised the corner of her mouth in a half-smile. “Witchy stuff, ya know?”
“I grew up with those things, that’s all.” Cent scratched her head as she turned toward the kitchen. Aunt Tess had taught Cent those things the summer before she’d left for college. “And most of it ain’t witchy. It’s part of growing up in Appalachia.”
Read more #WIPpet Wednesday posts 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.