Twenty days, less than three week’s until Cleaning House – a Contemporary Appalachian Fantasy is released. This has been the most involved I’ve ever been in the publishing process and, actually, I’m loving it.
Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday*. I’m sharing again from Cleaning House, which will soon lose its WIP (work-in-progress) status.
Here’s my WIPpet math for 7/11/18: 1+1=2, 7-1=6, 8, meaning 268 words from Cleaning House.
The Setup: Pyre, a fire elemental, has joined Cent, Tess, and Rayne, a water elemental, inside the homestead’s kitchen, and Pyre, it seems, is intent on rekindling an old relationship with Cent. The first paragraph, in yellow, comes from last week’s WIPpet.
“It was quick, and you left me singed!” Cent raised her arm to swing at Pyre again. “Get outta my way!”
“You don’t mean that.” Black smoke leeched from between Pyre’s teeth. “The more you recall, the more you’ll forget me, forget us, the power, the pleasure we shared.” Pyre’s form switched to flames that floated above the floor, their shape oscillating between a male and female build. “You like both. You get both. You want heat? You get heat. What does Stowne offer you? Are they here now?” Pyre held out a flickering hand. “I’ll help you find your way and assist you in protecting this land. I will keep you warm and entertained like no other. This can be ours again if you’ll be mine. This house and your family will be protected and—”
“You’ll leave now, or I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” Pyre swirled into a cyclone of smoke and flame that wrapped her. “Enjoy me, Centenary. Enjoy us.” Pyre’s flames lapped at her ears, and their smoke slid beneath her shirt and into her pockets, becoming fingers that kneaded her.
“Enough!” Cent rushed to one of the cabinets where she grabbed a bottle topped with an aged rubber stopper. “Leave me alone!” She hurled the bottle to the floor in front of Pyre where it exploded, showering them with glass and the bottle’s contents. “’Be not be overcome with evil but overcome evil with good!’”
“No! You didn’t need to— All right! I’m going!” Pyre’s smoke dissipated until only their Cheshire-cat smile remained. “Stowne’s nowhere to be found, yet you still reject my affections. I don’t understand you, Centenary.” The last of Pyre disappeared in a puff of angry black smoke that slid out the window.
Pyre’s certainly hot-headed, but that doesn’t mean they’re a bad spirit.
Want to read more from Cleaning House? You can do so 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.