Chapter Thirty-Three: Striking Balance Mixed Media Journey #Rainbowsnippets 154

Day thirty-three. Listen closely as this tale draws near to its end. Striking Balance: The Peculiar Making of Beatrice Benjamin Sophia Scott Schnell Gow is now available for purchase. To celebrate its release and the fact that it is my tenth novel, I have 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 get to read First Lines, a handful of sentences from the beginning of the chapter. This first lines also doubles as this week’s #Rainbowsnippets*.

Today, we’re delving into Chapter Thirty-Three.

 

 

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 Thirty-Three: Overheard at the Woodpile

 

SB Chptr 33 Spread – Jeanne G’Fellers

 

SB Chptr 33 Original Spread

 

SB Chptr 33 Altered Detail – Jeanne G’Fellers

From the Striking Balance playlist – Chapter Thirty-Three selection:

Hè mo leannan – Scottish Gaelic LYRICS + Translation – Navan

First Lines/ #Rainbowsnippets 154

     “Ow.” Hirm pokes my chest with their crutch, which I carved sharper than it should be. They rest in a cloth pouch beneath my shirt, and I oft feel them extend their head to peak over my shirt.

     “Be still, and you won’t hurt so,” I tell them, and they poke me again before retreating with a chatter of Wee Fey curses.

Make certain to check back tomorrow for Chapter Thirty-Four where kings rise and peel away. Intrigued? Good, but I’d also be a wee bit wary of what peeling means here if I were you.

Until then…


*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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