Chapter Twelve: Striking Balance Mixed Media Journey #Rainbowsnippets 151

Day Twelve of Thirty… Well, I know but you’ll have to wait to find out. Striking Balance: The Peculiar Making of Beatrice Benjamin Sophia Scott Schnell Gow became available for purchase on July 21st. To celebrate its release and the fact that it is my tenth novel, I created a one-of-a-kind companion mixed-media art book, the Striking Balance Mixed Media Journey, but creating the book has become been more a personal challenge than anything. That said, I’m sharing the mixed media pages with you because the art created such a direct tie with the author’s, meaning my mind that it can’t help but enrich the reading experience.

Below you’ll find three opportunities to interact with the novel. First, you’ll see the chapter number and its corresponding epigraph. Second, you’ll find images including the book open to the chapter page, a digitally enhanced version of the same spread, and 1-2 detail pieces that may or may not be digitally enhanced. Lastly, you’ll see a link to the corresponding song from the Striking Balance playlist on YouTube and First Lines, one or two sentences gleaned from the start, or in this case, the middle of the chapter. This first lines also doubles as this week’s #Rainbowsnippets*.

Today, we’re delving into Chapter Twelve and a page expressing Ben’s pure rage and frustration.



The Striking Balance Mixed Media Journey Book Cover – Jeanne G’Fellers
Striking Balance Mixed Media Journey Inner Cover and Title Page – Jeanne G’Fellers

Chapter Twelve: Thoughtless Scaling Sparks


SB Chptr 12 Spread – Jeanne G’Fellers
SB Chptr 12 Original Spread – Jeanne G’Fellers

SB Chptr 12 Detail 1 – Jeanne G’Fellers
SB Chptr 12 Altered Detail 2

From the Striking Balance playlist – Chapter Twelve Selection:

Shawn James “Through the Valley”

First Lines/ #Rainbowsnippets 151

     “’Tis nice to finally make your acquaintance. My name is Tsula Gow.”

     I do not care what this baker-legged man’s name might be, he makes me uncomfortable. ‘Tis as though I am being eaten by his gaze, but I struggle to outwardly express this. I feel giddy on the surface, a liquored goat, pasty-faced drunk, but deeper in, I am wary and anxious until my innards quake. Conall and I are standing side by side in a receiving line, rocking on our heels then toes and back to keep ourselves upright, well dressed, and still smelling delectable, according to Sarah. Conall’s hair is back in a yellow ribbon, and mine is drawn into a red one. I would prefer a leather tie for us both, but every man with long hair has his drawn back in a ribbon or a braid aside from Tsula whose hair hangs in disheveled braids about his head.

That’s all for today, my dears. Be certain to come back tomorrow for Chapter Thirteen and remember that I’m also on a blog tour for one more day so you can find out where I’m at by clicking HERE and scrolling to the chart.

*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.



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