Today I’m starting something new, at least to as it applies to my #Rainbowsnippets posts. I’m sharing from my WIP Striking Balance: The Peculiar Making of Beatrice Benjamin Sophia Scott Schnell Gow, which I’ve been sharing from for a while on Writing Wednesday. Buckle up because today I’m starting from the very beginning, meaning the preface, and I haven’t shared this before.
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Striking Balance is a queer Historical Paranormal Fantasy set in, you guessed it, Appalachia. This Appalachia, however, is the frontier, and the story takes place during the Revolutionary War era and the time after, meaning the late 18th century. This explains the narrator’s voice. If you’ve read the letters and journals of the period, you’ll recognize that it is reflective of those. That said, the preface is set some 200 years after the story begins and is written by the main character. I could go on, but the best way of getting you into the story is to simply start so here goes…
I have come to the realization that my recall of the last two centuries, of the mundane and fantastic alike, is becoming dulled by new occurrences and their related technologies, so I must record the earlier happenings while they remain vibrant in my mind. Such recollections, especially the saddest among them, have necessarily gentled to my mind’s requirements, but this is only natural. I shall record them nonetheless and as if they are happening anew, though my quill and parchment have been replaced by a ballpoint pen and a five-and-dime composition book. Someone will eventually request that I record them in another format, I am quite certain of this, but the format matters little. What matters is that I finally record them, that I complete the task since I abandoned my last attempt in 1938.
May that metal monstrosity branded a Royal Arrow typewriter rust to nothingness in the hole where I buried its worthless, ribbon-eating, key-locking carcass.
No, that typewriter isn’t an anachronism. 200 years. This character is old, though not nearly as old as some around her, and she possesses a bluntness I have come to find endearing.
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