Someone took a week off for the holidays. Hmm, I wonder who that might be. Welcome to my first Writing Wednesday of 2020. 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 forty-one, “Ruined,” and it immediately follows where last week’s installment, “Taking Flight” 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 section in orange comes from my last Writing Wednesday and the part in blue begins a new scene.
Master Gow pulls Ewin into the night, and I hear the rustle of slops alongside birds taking flight before I succumb to the pain in my head.
“My mother’s locket, please.” I cannot tolerate the light, cannot stand… I place my hands over my face and try not to sob. I am abed, bare aside from my shirt so I know everything is ruined. “Whispers. Noise. It hurts.”
“He knocked ye hard.” Ceardach places a cool wet cloth over my eyes, but my head’s wrapped in a plaster so the cloth must stay below that. He has fed me tea, but I have vomited it twice. I sustained several hard blows, skull-crackers he calls them, and I overheard him telling Master Gow he is concerned I might not fully recover, but I have heard nothing damning about my other worries thus far. “Alexandria found th’ locket, and someone is redoin’ the cord.”
“Thank… you.” I am in Conall’s apartment, in the blessed shadows, but the door and the window are open to allow a cross breeze. Master Gow’s embroidered coat hangs over the window to dull the sunlight.
From the frying pan and into the fire, huh? Well, at least relatively so. Ben’s awakened to find himself in terrible pain and difficult situation. Others know his secret, and he’s too ill to flee. Damnation, Ben. Whatever are you going to do? Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?
Just so you know, I’ll be winding down my posts for Striking Balance in the near future to begin sharing from my new WIP, Wandering House, the third novel in the main Appalachian Elementals series.
Until next week…