Still in NaNoWriMo – I’ll thank myself later.
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 Categories drop down to your right.
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-six, “Goodnight All” and it immediately follows where last week’s installment, “None of my Concern” 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.
‘Tis really none of my concern, but I find it interesting nonetheless.
Our conversation turns to the current politics. Master Gow travels to some of the settlements so he hears the latest. John Sevier is the current talk, as is the lead mine. There is word of a gathering to discuss whether frontiersmen should join the fighting. I glance at Conall when this is mentioned, but he shows no reaction. If he wishes to discuss this news, he shall do so once we are alone.
“Tae yer beds, gents. Mornin’ comes soon enough.” Master Gow glances at the sky, smiling. ‘Tis a new moon tonight, a perfect time to turn the sod. If I had been paying attention, I would have known Master Gow was due for a visit, but I was so caught up in—
“Benjamin?” Ceardach snaps his fingers in my face. “Yer wanderin’ again. Get tae bed.”
“Yes, sir. ’Tis time at that. Goodnight all.” I unfold and head to the cabin, Conall shortly behind me. Alexandria has already tossed down my bedding so we move the table to the wall, kick off our shoes, and untuck our shirts, Conall retrieving his blanket so we can sleep nose to toe after we wash.
Nose to toe, now that’s an old one, and a common way of sleeping, especially in Appalachia when either beds or space were scarce.
Until next week…