Have you ever been sick and tired of being sick and tired? Yeah, that’s me right now. This stomach whatever-it-is isn’t letting go easily. Bleh.
This week’s WIPpet Wednesday* comes from Cleaning House, one of my current WIPs. I finished the LGBTQIA Appalachian Contemporary Fantasy’s first draft last week, and I’m ready to put it away for a month so I can work on something else. But I can’t put it away for long. Cleaning House is scheduled for release by Mountain Gap Books on October 1, 2018.
Here’s this week’s math. 12/13/2017 – I’m grabbing the seven, which means seven paragraphs from Cleaning House.
The Setup: Last week I took you to Hare Creek for a sweet memory, and this week we’re back in North Chicago. It’s early morning, and Cent, on her way to work at a local bodega, encounters one of the prostitutes who inhabit her apartment building.
“Chupta, Cent? Early shift again?” Betty flicked ashes from her bargain-brand cigarette.
Oh, the holiday season. So much to do. I just don’t have the spoons these days, but I still try. I really do. Right now, I have a turkey roasting in the oven. Not for any family get-together or the like, mind you, but because this fourteen pound ice bird has been lurking in the bottom of my deep freezer far too long… since last holiday season to be honest. It’s time for it to go so I have room for the, um, next big birdie. Turkeys are cheap this time of year, and I’m a bargain shopper, okay?
Don’t judge me.
This week’s WIPpet Wednesday* comes from my Appalachian contemporary fantasy, Cleaning House. I’m over 85K into the manuscript and hope to have the initial draft finished by the end of this year. Cleaning House is scheduled for release by Mountain Gap Books on October 1, 2018.
Here’s this week’s math. 12/06/2017: 1+2 + 3 (add two zeros to that for 300) 6+7=13, 13-2=11 and that means 311 words from Cleaning House.
The Setup: Cent, all of seven years old in this flashback, is on the homestead in Hare Creek. She’s supposed to be helping Mama and Aunt Tess pick bush beans when she sneaks off to her special hiding spot, but the blackberries she’s picked along the way have stained her shirt. Cent’s scared that Mama’s going to punish her for ruining the shirt and is scrubbing on it alongside the homestead’s springhead when a mysterious but familiar voice comes to her rescue.
“Take the pebbles I gave you, rinse them in the spring, then rub them on the spots. Your mother will not be angry then, and she will allow you to stay the night with Tess.”
Here comes Thanksgiving, the harbinger of the U.S. holiday season. I love the family togetherness, the spirit of giving, the– I love a lot of things about this time of year, but I don’t appreciate the rush-rush, spend-spend feeling. Never have. Never will.
Black Friday and I have become almost mortal enemies as I’ve grown older.
No, I’m not a humbug. Rather, I simply detest commercialism.
There’s a story in there somewhere, but I’m not ready to explore it. Yet.
This week’s WIPpet Wednesday* comes from Cleaning House, one of my current WIPs. I’m almost 60K into the manuscript and working hard on it for NaNoWriMo. No, I won’t be finished with the first draft before the end of the month, but I hope to write “The End” by December 31st. Cleaning House is scheduled for release by Mountain Gap Books in October, 2018.
Here’s this week’s WIPpet math. 11/22/2017: 2, 7-2, 2+1+1+1
255 words from Chapter Two of Cleaning House. Cent’s finally calling home, and her first contact is with her cousin Aubrey.
Note: K-Town is local slang for Knoxville, Tennessee.
Well, that does it, no more offensive line for me. I sprained my MCL, to which the orthopedist said, and I quote, “You are neither nineteen nor an athlete, so this is going to take some time to heal.”
Dammit. This is what I get for trying to, um, walk. It’s rather like a rubber band snapping deep inside your knee. That’s how it felt to me anyway. At least it didn’t tear; there is that, but it’s the knee where there’s already bone-on-bone contact, so it’s going to be difficult to recover the stability.
Physical therapy, here I come.
Moving on… it’s Wednesday, which means it’s time for another WIPpet!
This week’s WIPpet Wednesday* comes from Cleaning House, my current WIP. It’s a Queer Contemporary Fantasy novel set in Appalachia. Something new for me, but, I must say, I’m having a blast writing it thus far.
I’m knocking at the door of 50K now, and hope to be up to 65K by the end of NaNoWriMo.
Here’s my WIPpet math: 11/22/17: I’m rearranging some of the numbers this week. 272, that’s how many words are in this WIPpet.
Note: This WIPpet links directly to the last, so the portion in gray is from last week, just to get you up to speed.
“Lovely accent, by the way.” The messenger stopped at the stair head to smile at her then descended without saying more.
“I thought you were into men.” Mrs. Donright, 3J, peered at her from between the chains securing her door. “That was a woman, right?”
“Mind your own business.” Cent slammed her door closed and turned to press her back against it. Was that a man or a woman or…? Hell, she didn’t care. They were hot, and they’d flirted with her. That was enough. She turned to look out her peephole then sighed, locking every lock, turning around to lean against the door again as she stared at the package. The messenger had left soft, soil-colored smudges along its edge. Must work in a plant nursery or something, too.
Last night, the veil thinned and the candles in our home danced as midnight approached, indicating the presence of spirits. Our ancestors? We’d like to think so. And they’re welcome in our home anytime. They’ve visited before, as have other spirits; all are welcome as long as the intention is good.
This home didn’t come with its own spirits (Many of our homes have come pre-equipped. My Anna can attest to that.) but they somehow always find us. Again, they are welcomed if they’re benevolent. We don’t plan on moving again, so they’ll settle in with us eventually, as will the fairies and all the other creatures that come to stay when you open your mind and heart to them. Our simple home will grow to be magical this time too.
Having a lovely wooded area on two sides of our home definitely helps. We must, however, remember to feed the fairies regularly. They get mischievous when we don’t.
Now, the reason for this post, but the above was definitely a great lead-in. Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday*! Today, I’m starting something new… at least to you readers. I’m going to share from one of my current WIPs, Cleaning House. (tentative title) Cleaning House is a bi/pan contemporary fantasy novel primarily set very close to where I actually live, but I’ve lived in every modern location detailed in the novel, whether I liked it or not.
The novel makes use of my knowledge of Appalachia and Appalachian granny magic traditions and reflects my experiences as a modern Appalachian woman. You’ll meet elemental spirits, hear from wee-folk, learn some Appalachian history, and get a healthy dose of witchcraft which focuses on the veil and what lies beyond. And, yes, there’s a bit of romance too, a human-elemental love affair that spans lifetimes.
Here’s the book blurb as it stands now.
Growing up queer in Southern Appalachia wasn’t easy for Centenary Rhodes, so she left home as soon as she could, but the post-collegiate happiness she expected in Chicago has never occurred. She can’t find a decent date, much less find that special someone, and, after losing her job in a corporate downsize, she’s struggling to meet her most basic needs. Her car has been repossessed, her bills are piling, and her questionable North Chicago neighborhood is dangerous to navigate.
Returning home to Hare Creek never crosses Cent’s mind until her Great Aunt Tess, one of only two people in Cent’s family who accepts her as-is, contacts her with an offer she can’t refuse. The old family homestead must be sold, and Aunt Tess needs help cleaning it up. Cent can work part-time at a local convenience store, will have access to Aunt Tess’ garden, pantry, and pick-up truck, and she can live with Tess rent-free for as long as it takes.
It’s a chance to solve Cent’s financial woes, but going home, she soon finds, will mean discovering a past she can’t remember and a future she never expected.
Here’s a little about Cleaning House, the new LGBT+ paranormal speculative novel I’m currently drafting. It’s wildly different from my other works, and I’m very excited by how it’s taking shape.
Growing up queer in Appalachia wasn’t easy for Centenary Rhodes, so she left home as soon as she could, but the post-collegiate happiness she expected in Chicago has never materialized. She can’t find a decent date, much less find that special someone, and, after losing her job in a corporate downsize, she’s struggling to meet her most basic needs. Her car has been repossessed, her bills are mounting, and her questionable North Chicago neighborhood is becoming dangerous to navigate.
Returning home to Horse Creek never crosses Cent’s mind until her Great Aunt Tess, the only family member who accepts Cent as-is, contacts her with an offer she can’t refuse. The old family homestead must be sold, and Aunt Tess needs someone to help ready the property and house. Cent will be paid for her efforts, will have access to Aunt Tess’ pantry, garden, smoke house, and truck, and can live on the homestead rent-free until a sale is finalized.
It’s a chance to solve Cent’s financial woes but going home, she soon finds, means discovering a past she can’t remember and a future she never could have predicted.