Wow! It’s almost here! It’s less than a week until the release for Cleaning House! That said (or screamed by all the exclamation marks I’ve already used) this will be my next to the last #WIPpet Wednesday from the novel. 🙁 After next week, I’ll be sharing the prologue from Keeping House, the next novel in the series and, after that, I’ll be sharing from a novella I’m working on from the Surrogate series titled Hidden Child. That story will be released, in ebook format, late this year. As for Keeping House… look for it Summer 2019.
It’s WIPpet Wednesday*, and I’m sharing from Cleaning House, which will soon lose its WIP (work-in-progress) status.
Here’s my #WIPpet math for 8/1/2018: 2,8,1 – 281 words from Cleaning House.
The Setup: Cent’s fought off Pyre, and now she’s feeling driven to… See for yourself. (the portion in yellow comes from last week’s post)
“How long?” Cent drew her eyes from the shattered bottle to the window glass, which was now coated with soot. “How long will they be gone?”
“At least until the sting fades.” Tess’ forehead wrinkled with concern. “Why?”
“I don’t want the distraction, need to…” Cent wandered across the kitchen and toward the cellar door, which she cracked open. The smell rising from the cellar was far too familiar. Cent didn’t know she’d descended the stairs or taken off her shoes and socks until she felt the cellar’s earthen floor beneath her toes. How connected she felt, how… Stowne. She had to remember, had to— She scurried into the cellar’s far corner, ignoring Tess’ and Rayne’s worried calls as she began clawing at the dirt with her fingers.
“You’ll ruin your hands.”
Cent stopped raking her nails over the ground to stare at Rayne. “My flashlight.” She fumbled through her pants pocket for her phone, turning on the flashlight app before handing it to Tess. “Is there something here I can—”
“We’re not allowed to help you dig,” said Rayne. “But there’s a coal shovel by the old burner.” Rayne tilted their head that direction.
“Be careful. It’s rusty.” Tess turned the light, exposing the short-handled shovel for the first time in decades.
“Yes, I…” Something stirred deep inside Cent, a thirst for the past, for what she’d been, for memories she’d never known. She began to dig, on a blind mission as she lifted shovel after shovel of earth. When the shovel handle broke, she threw it aside and went back to using her hands, dragging her fingers through the loosened dirt until they hit something hard. She brushed the dirt aside and reached for—
“Careful,” warned Rayne, or Cent thought it might be them. She couldn’t tell. All that mattered was what she’d found.
So, what’s she found? And why does it matter so very much?
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.