Welcome to Writing 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.
Striking Balance has reached the beta reader stage. Yay! I’m now working on a new WIP so you’ll be reading a new Writing Wednesday as soon as I finish sharing this chapter.
This is installment forty-six, “Man of Letters,” and it immediately follows where last week’s installment, “Truths,” 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 this week’s entry.
This void where I sit shall be my permanent state. “Ye are what medical texts call a hermaphrodite.” (Ceardach speaking)
This is strange indeed, but I might be more amazed he has access to such texts. Books are difficult to come by, especially here, and the only one in our home is Conall’s Bible. “In the manner some trees self-pollinate?”
“Tae a point, but people are much more complex.”
“Yes, but in Greek mythology—”
He blinks hard and raises his brows. “Aye, Hermaphroditus, th’ child of Aphrodite an’ Hermes. Yer a man of letters then.”
“Somewhat.” This explains certain aspects of my being, especially my build, but he follows all he has said with questions. When did my situation come to my knowledge? Age fifteen. I thought I was perhaps lagging in development because I had been ill when I was younger. My brothers were much older, and I had no sisters so I thought every woman looked as I did beneath her clothing.
Note: As I said last week, before anyone tries to educate, correct, or otherwise say anything concerning this post – I am recounting Ben’s experience alone and no one else’s. I need no education or guidance on any matter discussed in this series of posts so don’t waste your time and energy on something that won’t make it past moderation anyway.
For the rest of you – have a great week. Oh, and until then…