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 currently resides with the proofreader. 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 fifty-one, “A Game for Two,” and it immediately follows where last week’s installment, “As it Should,” 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 a new scene so there’s nothing to recap from last week’s post.
Afternoon, 11 May
Master Gow and the others were poised to leave today, but a steady rain has descended, and they have chosen to stay on until it clears. The cabin is crowded and noisy, so I have retreated to Conall’s apartment. He sits at the foot of the bed as we play cards by candlelight, shuffling the worn deck Master Gow gave us during his last visit, playing a game we have named Slap. We each draw a card from our stack and place it face up between us. My four outdoes Conall’s two, and I take both cards. If we drop the same card, we each turn up another, the winner taking all the cards involved.
Whoever comes to possess all the cards wins, but this can take hours, a perfect solution to a dreary day.
“Interestin’ game, gents.” Master Gow watches from the doorway, merry because the tobacco seedlings and corn need this rain. He has eaten heartily tonight. All of his men and even Alexandria have eaten heartily since they arrived, even more than Conall can put away. I could not match their appetites if I tried. “‘Tis a game fer two?”
“Yessir.” Conall grimaces when my ten outdoes his four. “And Ben’s winnin’.”
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…