#WIPpet Wednesday #QueerBlogWed A Soft Rayne Arrives

It’s Wednesday! That mean’s it’s time for #QueerBlogWed* (a new endeavor on my part) and #WIPpet Wednesday*. While the first is, as it says, for queer blogs, WIPpet Wednesday is for a diverse mix of authors—all of them spectacular in their own right. Since I’m an author and queer, this seems like a perfect mix.

This week’s Wednesday post comes from Cleaning House, a Queer Appalachian Contemporary Fantasy, and one of my current WIPs. But it won’t be a WIP for too much longer. *grins* It’s scheduled for an 8/1 release.

About last week’s #WIPpet Wednesday: when I said I was feeling bad, I meant it. I always ready my blog posts a few days before they publish, so come Wednesday last week I was in the hospital. Ick. I can’t say that I’m feeling that much better, but at least I’m stable. Low blood pressure is never a good thing.

For my WIPpet math, I’m taking the 1 and the 0 from the date to make ten paragraphs from Cleaning House.

The Setup: Aunt Tess is selling the homestead (as you know if you’ve been reading along). Cent has returned home to assist in the process and now she’s about to meet the realtor. *grins* And what a realtor they are.

Tess speaks first in this excerpt.

     “She’s here, Centenary. Come out and meet her.”

     “On my way.” Cent smoothed down her hair, straightened her shirt, and went to the screen door where she paused to stare.

     “Don’t just stand there.” Aunt Tess waved for her to come out. “I promise she was better taught.”

     “She recently returned home, so I understand.” The realtor’s voice was soft and bubbly, like fresh water trickling in a creek, but it was also odd in both its accent and tone. There were no inflections, no hint of either male or female in the way she spoke.

     “Yeah, I was taught better.” Cent squared her shoulders and stepped through the door, her hand extended. “My name is Centenary. I’m Tess’ grand-niece. Nice to meet you.”

     “You as well. Tess speaks of you often.” The woman, dressed in a loose-fitting blue pantsuit, her soft-blue hair mounded neatly on her head, took Cent’s hand in hers. A damp touch, but far from cold. “I’m Rayne.” Rayne released her hold and stepped back to place the same hand on Aunt Tess’ shoulder. “Shall we go up to the homestead?”

     “Sure.” Cent trailed behind Aunt Tess and Rayne up the hill to the old house. Rayne was attractive in an odd way. Her hips— their movement was so soft and fluid that Cent could barely take her eyes from them.

     “Sorry, I didn’t bring my work clothes this time. I was at a showing before this.” Rayne glanced over her shoulder at Cent. “I promise to bring them next time, but maybe we can find a starting place today.”

     “Maybe.” Cent dropped her gaze when Aunt Tess elbowed her.

     “Mind your manners.”

* is still to share posts with LGBTQIA+ content & RT others. New rules: Wed only + promo widely to engage readers! Writing is a business & also art so promo your work with flair & find new readers!

** 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. Well, Rayne certainly has my interest. And blue hair! I love when people dye their hair interesting shades, probably because I’m not brave enough to do it myself.

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