Pluck a Chicken #Rainbowsnippets 126

The past few weeks have been, in a word, intense.

  • I shifted to a gluten free diet because of my autoimmune conditions, sending me into a detox state, which sometimes happens when you cut out the gluten. This was, in a word, painful AF for a good week. That said, my inflammation levels have reduced a great deal so the GF diet stays.
  • My lactose issues became migraine level intense so I had to first become lactose free and then casein free to end my headaches, a sometimes issue with people who have gluten issues. My constant near-migraine to near-migraine state is now gone, so the casein free stays as well. Needless to say, cooking and baking in my house has become interesting, but we’re leaning as we go.
  • One of my immune medications has built to a low toxicity level in my body and is affecting my eyesight so I’ve been taken off it. The gluten detox pain has now been replaced by pain that medication was cutting. Dammit. All right. I’ll deal. Nothing is worth my eyesight. And my vision should correct itself as the medication leaves my body over the next few months.

So if I’ve seemed a bit slow in my posts as of late, now you know why.

Welcome to my 126th #Rainbowsnippets*. This one, as always, is uniquely mine, but there are lots of other great snippets to read so after you finish here click the FB link at the bottom of the post to discover other great LGBTQIA authors and their works.

I am now over 50% done with my edits on Striking Balance: The Peculiar Making of Beatrice Benjamin Sophia Scott Schnell Gow, 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 it as reflective of those.

This week I’m picking up where I left off in Chapter One. The part in orange comes from last week’s post, Keeping Quiet, and it’s Ben talking.

“Why are we going to the Alcott’s on a Wednesday?” I ask as I don my cleaner shirt. “’Twill be dark when we return.”

     “She sent word with Davy so we’re obliged to go,” Conall replies, and I peer down to see him applying that ridiculous blue silk cravat he overspent for. A fine gentleman, Conall is not, but he tries very hard where Widow Alcott’s elder daughter, Charity, is concerned. Those two… I detest Charity as much as I appreciate Conall. There, I said it. ‘Tisn’t one bit kind, but she is no daughter of liberty, what with her delicate laces, fancy bonnets, soft hands, and clean nails. Charity is afraid of any and all forms of physical labor.

     Mary says Charity would not pluck a chicken to save herself from starvation, and I am certain this is true.

Tiny History Lesson: According to Wikipedia, “The Daughters of Liberty was the formal female association that was formed in 1765 to protest the Stamp Act, and later the Townshend Acts, and was a general term for women who identified themselves as fighting for liberty during the American Revolution.” If you read many of the period journals you’ll hear the phrase daughter of liberty used for any woman who was both a hard worker and a patriot. Oh, Charity. Bless your heart. You and Ben are at odds, it seems. Not good.


*RainbowSnippets is a safe and welcoming space for LGBTQIA+ authors, readers, and bloggers to share 6 sentences each week from a work of fiction—published or in-progress—or a book recommendation. Feel free to join in.

 

5 comments

  1. {{{HUGS}}} Sounds like a lot of changes all at once. That’s hard!

    Love the snippet. Sounds like there might be some jealousy toward Charity? And I loved the line about plucking a chicken.

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  2. Oh I loved these lines – Charity is afraid of any and all forms of physical labor.

    Mary says Charity would not pluck a chicken to save herself from starvation, and I am certain this is true.

    and sorry the meds have to be adjusted and all the pain that goes with.

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