Impressive Indeed: Writing Wednesday

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.

As of February 2020, 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-nine, “Impressive Indeed,” and it immediately follows where last week’s installment, “Words Fly,” 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.

We’re beginning with Ceardach’s observation from last week, which is in orange.

“False signals, Ah am certain. Much like a girl might have before she grows tae womanhood. Th’ body can be cruel when it wishes.” Ceardach sighs. “Ah doubt there’ll ever be children fer ye, but Ah believe ye know this.” He cocks his head, waiting until I nod. Being a parent has never been my priority when my basic survival has remained precarious, but I know this fact shall be worthy of mourning when I have the quiet to do so. “How old are ye?”

     This proves difficult as well. In fact, I must count because I have lived so long as Ben. “Twenty-seven come this August.”

     Ceardach raises his brows a second time and leans back to see me from a greater distance. “Ye have been livin’ this way for nie twelve years.” This is not a question, so I have no requirement to answer. “Tis impressive, Mister Schnell. Impressive indeed.” He asks about my head, about my headache and nausea. “Ye need tae keep a few more days abed then move slowly through yer day. Let yer body guide ye.” He says that while he possesses books addressing my unique condition, he has only known one other like me. But he also explains how various native tribes have their understanding and address such differences far better than Europeans so I must continue as I am, remaining careful in my doings.

     “Is that person near here?” I ask.

     “Nae.” He says this in a tone suggesting I should not mention it again. “Give me yer arm.”

Note: Once again, before anyone tries to educate, correct, or otherwise say anything concerning Ben’s unique status – 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…

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