Well, hi there. I told you I’d have a Rainbowsnippets post this week, and here it is. It’s been months since I shared my writing and there are real reasons why, but I’ll spare you by saying that the year was a rough one just like it was for everyone else. Welcome to my first #Rainbowsnippets* post of 2021. This one, as always, is uniquely mine, but there are lots of other great snippets to read so after you finish here check out the information at the bottom of the post to discover other great LGBTQIA authors and their works.
This post comes from the beginning of the draft for my latest novel, Wandering House, which will be the fourth novel in the Appalachian Elementals series. I’m writing solely for the love of it these days. Publishing, yes, but writing for myself first, more so than ever before. This series has turned into a labor of love, and I appreciate that others have come to love it too. When the second novel in the series, Keeping House, leaves off (the third novel, Striking Balance, is a historical side tale), everything seems okay at the surface but there’s that one thing... There’s always that one thing isn’t there? And that one thing is, well, just read.
“So you knew Deedra had hooves when you cheated on me with her back then?” Cent Rhodes paused her spaghetti-laden fork half-way to her mouth to raise one brow at the Hunter Fey She King who smirked then cleared her throat in feigned discomfort.
“Yeah, I admit it.” Dane Gow stabbed a meatball and raised her fork to wave it at Cent from across the table, dribbling sauce. “I was pissed as hell at you, what with you takin’ off with Stowne and— What?” She turned her head to consider her wife, Sissy Gow.
“Language, honey. We got youngin’s ‘round these days.” Sissy pushed a wayward black hair behind her ear then motioned her head toward the two toddlers sitting at the opposite end of the homestead’s dining table. “They don’t know no better.”
“And I’m tired of hearin’ your words comin’ outta their mouths.” Bea Gow leaned in from down the table to glare at Dane. “Seriously. They’re impressionable. Save it for work.”
“I’ve heard every one of them words and more outta your mouth over the centuries and… Humans, yeah.” Dane’s coal-black eyes darted around the kitchen to see the myriad of dissatisfied mortal and magical gazes upon her. “Yeah, I’ll try. King’s gotta set the example after all.”
And there you have it, the first few paragraphs of Wandering House. It’s good to be writing again, even if it feels a bit strange. I hope to see you again next week. Until then…
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