I found out on Monday that the production schedule for Cleaning House has been moved up two months, meaning it will be released August 1st instead of October 1st. While this excites me, it also means the pressure is on.
This week’s WIPpet math goes as follows: 1/24/2018
1+2 = 3, 4, 1+8 = 9
That means 349 words from Cleaning House.
We’re picking up where we were the week before last. Betty is pushing Cent away for her own good. Cent speaks first in this WIPpet.
One warning: the language here is harsh. You are warned.
“You want me to leave? Okay, I’ll leave!”
“Good! Leave! Go all the way back to Tennessee!” Betty shoved her a bit harder. “Go home, country girl. Go work your educated southern faginess out where you should be!”
“Faginess?” Cent knocked her hand away. “Seriously?”
“You got it, chickie.” Betty kicked aside the half-used prop bag to stand over her again. “You’re nothing but an over-smart, out-of-your-element, mixed-up pan cuttah’ who’s afraid to face reality!” She spun Cent around and shoved her toward the door. “Go. Home!”
“This is my home!”
“No, baby, it’s not.” Betty’s street-tough exterior dropped, and she sighed. “I can’t wail on you if I try. So, listen, will you?” She grabbed Cent’s hand and pulled her to the fold-out, wrapping herself around her as they both burst into tears. “Dammit. Dammit to hell.” Betty squeezed her tight. “You…you got to go home. Please. You’ve got something I’ve never had, a family who takes you as-is, without question.”
“But there’s a lot there who don’t.” Cent’s nose pressed hard into Betty’s cleavage. “I feel out of place, out of…”
“Get your face outta there.” Betty pushed her back a little. “You and me, we’re on a downhill slide. This place isn’t anything but ugly, and we’re becoming ugly with it.”
“You’re not ugly.” Cent looked up to see the mascara streaking down Betty’s face.
“Your jammie pants are smoldering from that one.” Betty wiped her face with her fingertips and peered down at Cent with a half-smile. “I’m an over forty, transwoman-turned-call-girl.” She sighed deeply. “And an addict.”
“A former addict.”
“Once an addict, always an addict.” Betty kissed the top of Cent’s head and scooted back to hold her hand. “Remember how I read your palm when we first met and what I told you about your lifeline?”
“Yeah, you said it ran off my hand and down my wrist and that meant I’d live forever.” Cent lifted her hand to show the crease. “Why?”
“That wasn’t a lie, but if you stay here, you’ll make a liar out of me for certain.”
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.