So it dumped snow here over the weekend, a southern storm, the perfect setup to pretty much stop things in their tracks, but it’s already hit the ugly, crusty stage of melting, and most of it will be gone in the next forty-eight hours, with possible flooding because of the quick melt.
Welcome life in Southern Appalachia. We’re not built for snow except at the highest elevations and quick thaws make for flash floods.
Welcome to #WIPpet Wednesday, a blog hop where authors share from their current works in progress (WIPs).
This week I’m picking up from where I left off in Chapter One of my WIP Keeping House, novel two in the Appalachian Elementals series. This chapter is titled “Leave Taking” because that’s what the MC Centenary Rhodes is doing, leaving home and her new life to honor a deal that her lover, Stowne, struck in order to save her life. Sure, Cent’s happy to be alive, but the rest… She’s currently wondering about the dagger Stowne has just given her.
Here’s my WIPpet math for 12/12/18: 8+2+2+1 = 13 short paragraphs from Keeping House, Chapter One.
I’m also sharing one of my preliminary covers for Keeping House. I take great care in my covers, so if I’m sharing it’s because it’s nearly complete and has received the spousal seal of approval.
(Note: The section in orange comes from last week’s WIPpet.)
…“You didn’t deal for this…” Cent’s mouth tightened. “Did you?”
“It is not a Hunter weapon. It comes from the Seelie Fey Court, but the handle has been replaced, and I added the sigils myself.” Stowne took the dagger and pulled her to a stand. “I secured it four centuries ago after your first run-in with Dane. It cannot kill a Hunter or an elemental, but it is capable of wounds that take centuries to fully heal.” They pulled her coveralls lower and tied the sheathed dagger to her outer thigh with leather strings.
“What am I supposed to do when I’m dressed?” Cent tied her halter then pulled up her long johns and coveralls.
“Betty helped there. Check your right pocket.”
“Shit.” Cent grinned when she shoved in her hand and pulled out the dagger. “I thought my long johns were torn. When did she have time for this? What with her house cleansings, readings, and—”
“She insisted on doing it. Are the openings accessible?”
“Yeah, but I’ll have to practice.”
“Yes, you will. All your coveralls are altered this way, as are your cargo pants.”
“My jeans?” It took Cent both hands to slide the dagger back into place.
“Betty did not have time, so leave them here.”
“Can do.” She threw her arms around Stowne. “Thank you, baby. Ever so much. And I’ll thank Betty before I go.”
“We all want you protected.” Stowne kissed her firmly on the mouth. “Rayne is at the door.” They flicked their hand to undo the lock.
I’m going to have to learn how to do that. She glanced over her shoulder. “Come on in.”
“I hate to interrupt, but…”
Cent’s wishing she remembered more and Stowne’s called in Rayne to help. A book, a blade, and now assistance from another elemental. Stowne’s up to something, don’t you think?
*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.