Leave Me Be: Writing Wednesday

Some experiences are lessons in patience. I’m currently in the midst of one, but the initial half should be over by the first of November. Here’s hoping the second half isn’t so insistent on testing my limits.

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Happy Wednesday! My Wednesday shares have become shorter and serialized, and they’re coming from my current WIP (work in progress), Striking Balance. You’ll be able to find all the ones that pertain to Striking Balance under the al Categories drop down to your right. (And, yes, that first paragraph, the one above the break, was necessarily nebulous.)

Striking Balance is a Queer Historical Paranormal Fantasy story set within my Appalachian Elementals series. It’s a freestanding tale, so you don’t need to have read the other stories within the series to delve into this one.

This is installment thirty-three, “Leave Me Be” and it immediately follows where last week’s installment, “Good Riddance” ended. The main character in Striking Balance is Benjamin (Nub) Schnell, the possessor of secrets twice his size and seeming age. He’s been working for nearly a decade on the same small farm as his friend, Conall Baldwin, who acts as the farm’s manager. This story begins during the American Revolutionary War years, 1779 to be precise, in the Nolichucky river basin of Northeast Tennessee.

The setup: The first line, in orange, comes from last week’s share, and we’re in Ben’s POV.

     I shake out my hands and stare into the fire, sighing when calm washes over me.

     “That’s it, Nub.” Conall pats my shoulder. ‘Tis a pleasant evening, too early in the year for the plagues of mosquitoes that come with living near water, and the gnats are staying away because of the fire we surround.

     Ewin repaired and stretched my shoes, so I shall grant him a bit of leeway because of that, but I elsewise detest the man. He might apologize tomorrow when he has sobered, but I am too well acquainted with those of his nature to believe it shan’t happen again.

     “Why don’t ye play fer us, Ceardach?” Master Gow’s requests are never truly requests at all, so Ceardach nods and goes to one of the carts, pulling back the tarp to retrieve his fiddle case. I always enjoy hearing him play, but this time he holds the case out to Alexandria.

So Ben has experience with men like Ewin. Experience is a good teacher, but there might be more to this story. Right now, however, Alexandria is about to show her musical talents, something rare for a woman of this era.

Until next week…

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