Welcome to #WIPpet Wednesday*, a blog hop where authors share from their current works in progress (WIPs).
We’ve had a hard week. Our eldest fur baby, a sixteen-year-old half Maine Coon named Sam, who’d been chronically ill for a while, died over the weekend. We chose a home setting over putting him to sleep because he was absolutely terrified of riding in a car. It was difficult to watch, but we were with him all the way to the end. We buried him on Monday, and today, Tuesday, saw this at his grave in the back yard.
Deer mean different things to different paths and cultures. The Chinese believe they are good luck. Some say they represent authority and kingship. But these three were does, so I believe they were a signal of comfort, that Sam is being taken care of, that he’s okay on his journey away from us. (I might be crying a bit here because Sampson was my special baby, my big orange boy from the moment he placed his head to my shoulder at the animal shelter over fifteen years ago.) We’re really going to miss him around here.
On to my WIPpet. This week I’m picking up where we left off in Chapter Two of Keeping House. Cent’s getting to ready to leave, and the family’s gathering to say their goodbyes. Betty’s covering Cent’s nails in sigils as well and one, in particular, catches Cent’s attention.
Here’s my #WIPpet math for 2/27/2019: I’m rearranging the 019 for 109 words from Keeping House, novel two in the Appalachian Elementals series.
“You already know them spells, I’m sure.” Mama lifted one side of her mouth in a half-smile.
“I remember them from my earlier lives, that’s the only reason I didn’t have to learn them again.” Cent turned her attention to what Betty was doing. White polish this time, a fine-point nail pen she was using to draw across the top of Cent’s nails.
“Now, that stuff ain’t natural.” Cent watched Betty work. Crosses, sigils, and sacred spirals. “But I like it.”
“I thought you would.” Betty indicated the nails on Cent’s middle fingers. “It’s my message for Dane.”
“‘Fuck you sigils.” Cent laughed. “I’ll use then liberally, I’m certain.”
Be careful, Cent. Sigils grow in their power based on your intent so if you’re really mad when you use them… Well, be prepared for the unexpected. And here’s that sigil, in case you’re wondering. Personally, I love sigils, and I want to have a few tattooed on me eventually, but probably not this one.
*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.