So how did I do with last week’s to do/ in progress list? Well…
- Finish formatting the print version of Keeping House and load it for print production (waiting for approval on corrections then it’s done!)
- Design event t-shirts for Mountain Gap Books (didn’t even start this)
- Manage the Cleaning House audiobook production (in progress. We’re making some dialect corrections)
- Read through anthology submissions (caught up)
- Work on the nameless WIP that’s already over 25K (I think it’s going to be a short novel at this point) I’m almost to 30K!
- Finish editing Mountain Gap Book’s November release (wishful thinking)
Prep for a July blog tour(almost done here)
- Physical therapy on the shiny new knee
- Submit a vendor application for a September Pride event
- Set up a Patreon (nope)
I’ll grant myself some slack since I’m still recovering from surgery, but I’ve still got a lot to get done. But now I need to add two short writing projects to the list. I suppose those will replace my WIP writing this week, sigh. I’m becoming quite attached to this WIP, and I’m thoroughly enjoying the research involved.
I also did an aesthetic last week for this WIP, so here’s a hint of things to come.
Welcome to my contribution to #WIPpet Wednesday*, a blog hop where authors share from their current works in progress (WIPs)! I’m still plugging away at my yet untitled WIP. Yes, I’ve a few titles in mind, but I’m not ready to share any of them as of yet.
In case you need to catch up, here are links to other posts in this series.
We’re picking up where we left off last week. Nub’s stuck at a dinner party he wants no part of, and he’s thinking about Emeline, their hostess’ younger daughter, who seems trapped in her older sister’s shadow. We’re starting with Nub’s thoughts on Emeline. These are marked in orange.
One note: We’re getting into a tender topic here. Slavery was a small part of this area of Tennessee during the late 18th century, so it feels logical to add the two enslaved people I have as characters. My thoughts on this issue are the same as Nub’s. I don’t care how “well” someone is treated. It’s simply not right to own another Human. Never has been. Never will be. It’s an unfortunate part of our past that shouldn’t be forgotten lest we repeat it.
…Emeline wouldn’t believe me though, even if I told her, because she’s trapped in her sister’s shadow and Widow Alcott allows this disservice to continue.
“I agree, Mister Baldwin,” says Widow Alcott. “One never knows what a well-mannered hired boy might be managing later in life.” She calls for Mary to serve and for Davy to refill our tankards. The main floor of their three-story cabin in insufferably hot, even with the shutters wide to the evening, and I long to be at home, sitting on the front porch, drinking a mug of my own brew, listening to the spring peepers and frogs.
Good eats, frog. I’d go frogging after this, but I’m not dressed for it.
Mary smiles at me when she sets a plate of dressed poke sallet, roast chicken, and a slab of buttered common loaf before me. I’m the last served and the least of them aside from Mary and Davy who I hold as my equals, so I eat hastily and try to ignore the table conversation, hoping to catch Mary alone in the kitchen before we leave. I’ve asked her to make something for me. Actually, I offered to pay, but she pshawed my offer, saying she’d do it because we’re friends.
Mary is often the only one I can turn to so her being forced to… I wish I could help, but she tells me things are well, considering. She and Davy are better treated than many in their position.
But that by no means makes their enslavement right.
Dinner’s off to a great start, isn’t it? Nub has serious thoughts on numerous issues, but he’s in no real position to speak on them, at least not while sitting at Widow Alcott’s table.