It’s been a busy week for contractors (new heat pump) and estimates (other impending improvements) at my home. I’ll spare you the details but having strangers constantly in and out of your house is stressful and distracting, especially when you’re accustomed to a relatively quiet house. That said, it’s Wednesday again, which means it’s time for #WIPpet Wednesday** and #QueerBlogWed*! While WIPpet Wednesday, hosted by the gracious Emily Wrayburn, features a diverse mix of authors, #QueerBlogWed is geared for, well, queer blogs, which this site certainly is.
Here’s my WIPpet math for 3/28/2018
1, 8-2, 3+1 That’s 164 words from Cleaning House, enough to complete the scene.
I’m also sharing a link to a song that comes to my mind when I think about the chapter this scene comes from. It’s Cellar Darling’s “Water,” and it’s a short, oddly peaceful song with an urgent undercurrent that I believe perfectly fits. I’ve listed “Water” on the Cleaning House Youtube playlist too, if you take a notion to listen.
The Setup: Cent has wandered into a place she remembers fondly from her childhood and is distraught when she feels none of the magic she remembers. But Rayne, the odd-looking realtor Aunt Tess hired, has interrupted her quiet remembrance, and now Rayne’s doing something so very…. just read.
(The portion in yellow comes from last week’s WIPpet.)
“Look… at… me!” Rayne’s liquid lips turned up in a smile…
“I am what you see, what you sense.” She reached one fluid finger to Cent’s face, stroking it, leaving behind a damp trail.
“What are you?” Cent stared unafraid. This was all familiar, but she didn’t know how or why. Rayne’s face had become as clear as the spring’s water. Human-like features but not Human, nothing Human, something much older and…
“Think, Centenary. Remember.” Rayne pulled her closer, covering her mouth… the lips were damp, warm, firm water that drenched Cent’s mouth with unexpected joy. Not sexual, not…Rayne pulled Cent’s hands up to touch her face. Flesh now water, curves now undulating waves. You must remember. Rayne wrapped her, drenched her, passed around and through her, but when Cent opened her eyes she saw a pillar of water where Rayne had stood. “Remember my true form.”
“I remember.” The words slipped from Cent’s mouth before they registered in her mind, but she did remember, so much at once that the knowledge overwhelmed her and—
Want to read more #WIPpet Wednesday posts from Cleaning House? You can do so by clicking HERE.
#QueerBlogWed 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.
water and blue spirit images integrated into the post image are courtesy of PNG Tree