#RainbowSnippets #novellines Forty-One 4/7 Size Twelves

Welcome to this week’s installment of Rainbowsnippets*! This one is uniquely mine, but there are lots of other great snippets to read, so after you finish here click the FB link at the bottom of the post to discover other great LGBTQIA authors and their works.

This has been a busy week for me. My word count for the second novel in the Appalachian Elementals series is nearing 40K, I finished the cover art for Cleaning House, and I’m working on tweaking and some initial formatting before it journeys out for edits later this month. The protagonist, Cent, is, by her own admission, nearing but not quite enbie, so I had a hard time finding anyone even remotely resembling her, but the image below is about as close as I’m going to get. It comes from Unsplash, and the info attached to the image file names says anton-darius-thesollers-398397-unsplash, but I can’t get onto Unsplash tonight to get a proper credit link. (it keeps giving me an error page) I used this image, in a modified state, for an alternative cover for Cleaning House, but you won’t be seeing it here because the cover I am using was wildly more popular when I shared the two on FB and asked for a vote. That said, here’s about as close as I’m going to get to Cent.

On to this week’s Snippet.

The Setup: Last week I introduced you to Centenary Rhodes (Cent) the protagonist in Cleaning House. This week, it’s time for a bit of physical description because, while I like the image I’m sharing, it isn’t quite right. Oh, and size twelves actually refers to Cent’s shoe size, which I thought was in this snippet but actually wasn’t. Big, yeah, but us tall mountain girls need a firm foundation for running the ridges, meaning this is my shoe size too.

     Cent skipped the bus— too much money— and walked the two miles back to her shabby one-room North Chicago apartment, opting for the alley that shortened the last six blocks to four, ignoring the catcalls from the demolition site at the far end.

     Short, dirty-blond hair styled into an undercut, black heavy-framed glasses that hid soft blue eyes, and baggy pants that masked what little curve her large-boned frame had managed to achieve. She wore a loose t-shirt over her top-half and a ball cap with a brim bent much like her current attitude. Cent was skinny but strong nonetheless, a tough-as-nails Appalachian woman, a concept no one in North Chicago seemed able to grasp. Those idiots will whistle at anything on two legs.

Want to read more from Cleaning House? You can do so HERE.


*Rainbow Snippets is a safe and welcoming space for LGBTQIA+ authors, readers, and bloggers to share 6 sentences each week from a work of fiction—published or in-progress—or a book recommendation. Feel free to join in!

 

16 thoughts on “#RainbowSnippets #novellines Forty-One 4/7 Size Twelves

  1. Love the description. I completely understand not being able to find just the right photo. When I tried to find one that fit for Cat (who admittedly is a bit unusual-looking), I found all kinds of very wrong stock models. I think we need a LOT more variety of gender non-conforming and non-binary models.

    Liked by 1 person

    • I think the cover version of Cat you finally used was pretty much on point for the way I saw him in my head… minus the adorable freckles, of course. There is a decided lack of appropriate stock images out there. As for this image of Cent… it’ll do.

      Like

  2. Your comment about shoe size made me laugh. A friend once invited me to a rainy track and field event and I, clueless, went wearing clean sneakers. So she lent me boots… that her twelve year old daughter had outgrown. Hahahaha… I would fall off a mountain with these dainty hooves. ~grin~ Great snippet. I like the attitude comment regarding the hat brim. Very nice. Thank you for sharing. And Happy Writing!

    Liked by 1 person

    • You remember the Prince song “Kiss?” “Act your age not your shoe size.” – Yeah, that lyric. I thought it was hilarious when I was age twelve (when the song was popular) because I wore a size twelve so it was one and the same for me. Funny, the things we remember.

      Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.