I’m five days post my last event, and I’m still glowing. We had our very first large-scale Pride festival here in NE TN, and it was fun, wonderous, successful… add any word you want as long as it’s positive. I not only met a lot of people and sold both my latest release and from my back catalog, I also talked to a lot of wonderful young people that made me remember how much I miss teaching. Sigh. That part of my life is over, but it was still nice to talk to young writers in such an uplifting setting.
Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday*, by the way. This week I’m sharing from Mama, Me, and the Holiday Tree – Appalachian Elementals 1 ½. Yes, 1 ½. This novella is set in the holiday season between novels one and two, so we decided to run with the half, or, for the purposes of the upcoming release day tour, 1.5.
WIPpet Math: for 9/19/18 – 9+9-1-1= 16 sentences from Mama, Me, and the Holiday Tree, which is scheduled for a November 1, 2018 release in ebook novella format.
NOTE: The first paragraph, in yellow, comes from last week’s WIPpet, and Cent is speaking.
You can read last week’s WIPpet HERE.
“Two days. I know. Thanks, honey, but can we do something about the mess?”
“I’ve got it.” Stowne’s fire elemental friend, Pyre, rolls into the living room on a cloud of white smoke, and they’re holding the old half-barrel planter from beneath my Aunt Tess’ trailer’s back porch. “I found something to line it.” Pyre holds up a faded canvas tarp they’ve found Gods know where.
“Thank you.” Stowne’s smile still spans their face. They’re happy about this, about the tree in the corner, the leaky planter, and faded tarp, so I try my best to look happy too. “Go to the kitchen, relax, and drink some coffee, Centenary. Pyre and I will finish setting up the tree.”
“Sure.” I tuck my messenger bag under my arm and head to the kitchen where Rayne is waiting for me, an earthenware mug of steaming coffee in their translucent, watery hands. Water elementals make wonderful coffee, by the way. Rayne claims the secret is spring water filtered through their form, and I’ve no reason to doubt them.
“Stowne’s really excited about the tree.” Rayne gives me the mug and takes my bag, setting it on the kitchen table. The table’s a huge piece of well-loved furniture, a good eight-foot-long trestle, and handmade from American Chestnut, a species that’s widely considered extinct. “They’ve been looking for the perfect one since Samhain.”
Samhain refers to Halloween, in case you didn’t know.
Stowne’s excited and Cent’s a bit confused, but who doesn’t love a good holiday?
*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.