Do you see it? Do you see that beautiful cover? It’s finally finished, and I positively adore it! It cuts to the essence of Cleaning House – Appalachia and its inherent magic. If I could hug this cover, I would, because I’m that proud of it. Rest assured, I will be hugging the print version of the novel when it lands on my doorstep.
Sometimes, my efforts (and my Art minor) pay off.
What else am I up to? Um, about 5′ 11”. *offers a brash grin* I’m full of myself tonight, but it’s fine to be so every now and again. A little self-love is important. And, actually, just before writing this post, I finally finished a hefty set of novel edits and the initial formatting for someone near and dear to me. She’ll be joining #WIPpet Wednesday in the next few weeks because her writing deserves to be shared. *nudges Anne* Let’s get this done, sis. Let’s get this party started.
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 4/4/2018
2, 4+1, 0. That’s 250 words from Cleaning House.
The setup: Cent’s mind has become so overwhelmed by memories that she’s fainted, and she awakens to find Aunt Tess and Rayne kneeling over her.
“Cent?” Aunt Tess pushed the hair from Cent’s face. “You in there, honey? You okay?”
“I’m here.” But she felt as though she’d traveled in time and didn’t know her way back. “Rayne? Where’s Stowne? Where’s my Stowne?” She stared at and through Rayne, remembering everything about their form, their preference for softer shapes, their feel and taste. “Please. Where’s…” Cent gripped her head as she sat up. “I don’t understand. Don’t…” She scooted to rest her head against Tess’ leg.
“Slow down, girl. Let it all seep in, not flood.” Tess tensed as she pivoted toward Rayne. “I told you to go gentle.”
Rayne’s curvaceous column shook hard enough to fling water. “Forgive me. Especially you, Centenary, but I was trying to jar your memory.”
“I’m fine.” But she wasn’t, would never be again. There were countless dreams, sensations, and memories she’d filed under imagination, under childhood fantasy— she now doubted everything. “Rayne?”
“Yes?” Rayne’s column now showed a Human-like face formed from water.
“How long have I known you?”
“This lifetime, since you were eight.” Rayne slid across the ground toward her, leaving a wet trail behind as they moved.
“When did we first meet?”
“Slow down, child.” Tess stroked her head. “Let it come back.”
“It is back!” Cent scooted from her touch. Her magic had returned in such force she shook from the effort to contain it. “How long? How many lives? Centuries?” She peered up at Rayne whose watery form bounced.
“Over three thousand years.”
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.