Welcome to #WIPpetWednesday! Since Mama, Me, & the Holiday Tree has been released I’m again sharing from Keeping House, novel two in the Appalachian Elementals series.
It’s Thanksgiving week here in the U.S., a time to celebrate family and generally overindulge in favorite food traditions. I’ll be making deviled eggs, my elder son will be making an Under the Sea gelatin salad, and my younger son will be sharing a new recipe he discovered away at college. My mother, bless her, will be handling the bulk of the meal. And Black Friday… y’all can have all of it you want. I’m staying home and waiting for Cyber Monday and the sales after to do my shopping aside from select local shops.
As for #NaNoWriMo… it’s going. I think I’ll actually finish Keeping House, but I won’t get to work on the novella I was wanting to and that’s okay. My mind has switched gears to another novella, one in the Appalachian Elementals series, this one about the characters Conall and Bea. Conall’s the strong, silent type and Bea’s dynamite in a small package. Those are both cliche’ archetypes, but it’s all I can really say about them at present. They’re talking to me as characters do to authors. Well, Conall is. Bea’s giving me the stink eye most of the time, but I think she’ll slowly open up. This novella might actually be a Romance, but if it is, it’ll be a really topsy-turvy one, mainly Bea’s doing, I think. This novella will be set in the Revolutionary War period. Historical Fantasy… that’ll be a new one for me, and it might be the first work I’ve written from a male perspective.
I shared the prologue for Keeping House a while back (you can find it under #WIPpetWednesday under Topics to your right), so I’m currently sharing from Chapter One.
Here’s my WIPpet math for 11/21/18: 1+1+2+1 = 5 paragraphs from Keeping House, novel two in the Appalachian Elementals series.
The sentence in yellow comes from last week’s WIPpet.
“God help all three of us.” Cent wiped her eyes and squared her shoulders. “All right.” She rose and went to the bookcase lining one side of the bedroom, removing her newest copy of the Bible, but when she reached for her oldest spellbook—
“It should remain here.”
“I might need it.” She tried to clutch the old book to her chest, but it was too big to do so easily.
“There are things in there Dane should not have access to, so you must rely on the memories from your past lives.” Stowne gulped. “Please. Leave it here.” Their tone became soothing.
They’re trying so hard. Cent relaxed a little but kept her frown as she lifted the book back onto its shelf. I need to build a stand for it. “Then I’m taking my prayer books for certain.” She gathered the four books and shoved them into her bag. “Earth Prayers especially. They remind me of you.” She sniffled and returned to the bed, drawing her knees to her chest. “I’m going to miss you, baby, especially at night.”
Oh, the pain of separation. Yes, Cent was briefly forced from Stowne’s side when Dane saved her life, but she’s held tightly to Stowne ever since. Now, however…
Dane’s probably rubbing her greedy, calloused hands in anticipation, right? We’ll see.
*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.