Here’s another short-‘n-sweet #1lineWed post. The theme is saint. Saint Bernard, saints n’ sinners, my sainted mother, Saint Louis… here’s Stowne’s talking about Saint Brigid.
“This is a celebration to welcome the upcoming spring, of renewal, and of possibilities. Brigid is the virgin form of our Blessed Mother Earth and often referred to in modern times as Saint Brigid. This is a celebration of her, of the practical arts, of healing,” Stowne moved their eyes to Aubrey, who blushed. “of the hearth and home, of evening stories, and of smithcraft.” Stowne nodded to Dane who crossed her arms and grinned from ear to ear.
#WIP #amwriting #KeepingHouseNovel #AppalachianElementals
Welcome to my contribution to #WIPpet Wednesday*, a blog hop where authors share from their current works in progress (WIPs)! I’m still plugging away at my yet untitled WIP. Yes, I’ve a few titles in mind, but I’m not ready to share any of them as of yet.
I’m picking up where I left off last week.
In case you’re playing catch up…
WIPpet One: Something Brand New
WIPpet Two: Civilized Adult
WIPpet Three: No Daughter of Liberty
Here’s my #WIPpet Math for 4/3/2019: 3+1=4 paragraphs from my still untitled side story set within the Appalachian Elementals series
Note: the short paragraph in orange comes from last week’s #WIPpet.
Mary says Charity wouldn’t pluck a chicken to save herself from starvation, and I’m certain it’s true.
“Come along, Nub.” Conall calls to me, and I slide down the loft’s ladder to stand beside him. We’re the long and the short of Master Gow’s Tusculum farm. That’s what Conall calls us when he’s drinking a bit too much of the liquor Master Gow leaves when he visits, but there probably won’t be any of that until after we get back home, if at all this night. It will depend on how badly Conall’s arm hurts when we return.
Here’s another short-‘n-sweet #1lineWed post. The theme is secret. This comes from Keeping House, the second novel in the Appalachian Elementals series and one of my current WIPs.
“Eh, no, girlie.” Dane lowered her head and voice as she scooted closer. “I’m not one bit like your Stowne. I don’t secret myself away when I lose somethin’ I love. I just keep on keepin’ on.”
#amwriting #WIP #1lineWed
When I say fairies (fae) what immediately comes to your mind? No, shove Tinkerbell aside. I’m not talking about cute, delicate-winged fae. I mean the fae of English, Scots, and Irish folklore. (there are different fairy legends across the globe, but I’m concentrating on this particular set for a reason). Often, the English, Scots, and Irish fae legends are written into two courts – the Seelie (happy, blessed) and the Unseelie (unhappy, unclean or unholy). There are a lot of stories based on this folklore.
- Changling Child or Children
- Careful What you wish for
- Fairy rings
Now, not all of the above can be associated with either the Seelie or Unseelie courts, but perhaps I should back up and describe the differences between the courts to begin with.
If you look up the phrase “write what you know” through your favored search engine, you’ll get a plethora of answers. Yes. No. Don’t ever. Always. Take your pick. It’s sage advice if it works for you. That said, I offer no answer one way or the other, but I can offer you my own experiences so you can, perhaps, decide for yourself.
I’ve been writing since my childhood and publishing for thirteen years, a long time for the former and a while for the latter. I’m going to use numbers and bullets to make my experiences understandable and, hopefully, relatable.
Have you ever noticed how novels in the Fantasy genre normally have a wealth of food in them? I have, and I’m not the only one who has. A quick Google search gave me the following:
Thinking About Food in Fantasy
Why do Fantasy Novels Have so Much Food?
Food in Fantasy
The Big Book of Fantasy Food Descriptions
I gleaned all four of the above from the first page of my Google search results. Interesting. I read about spiced cakes, cucumber sandwiches, specially prepared eels, dried meats, fancy candied and preserved fruits… all your typical Fantasy novel feasts and… Wait. No.
Okay, there are a few cool Fantasy-novel-based recipes out there. Harry Potter’s butterbeer comes immediately to mind, but most Fantasy genre foods… seriously, who eats that stuff? And at the gut-busting volume Fantasy characters seem to? I guess if you’re rich or attending a fancy medieval court-style dinner… perhaps.
None of that appears in Cleaning House.
Not. One. Bit.
Cleaning House falls into the Contemporary Fantasy genre so the food isn’t just contemporary, it’s familiar, especially if you’re from the Southern United States. It’s poor people food. It’s often homegrown, home-canned, homemade.
And there’s junk food in there too.
But it’s more…
Cleaning House has arrived! It’s finally release day! And I’ve loads to share. Here are a few quotes from the early reviews:
“While this story is full of beautiful, wonderful queerness in all its glory, it isn’t limited to that. It’s also about taking care of each other and the earth; it’s about coming home; it’s about family of origin and chosen family; and it’s about standing up against the forces of destruction all around us. This is a book for anyone who is looking for love and beauty amidst all the ugliness and cruelty our modern world so often displays”. – Author A. M. Leibowitz (The entire review will appear on 8/2 – see below for more info)
If you’re in the area later today… we’re in Johnson City, TN, part of the Tri-Cities’ region.
Ninth, in my post series about the characters in Cleaning House – An Appalachian Contemporary Fantasy, comes The Wee Faeries. No, that’s not a single character. The Wee Fae are a group, a magical part of the novel. They’re tiny, persnickety, and innocently mischevious unless you tick them off, then they bite hard, sometimes in groups. Tinkerbell, they are not.
1) Name/Nickname – Wee Faeries, Wee Fae
Welcome to a soggy edition of #WIPpet Wednesday*.
It’s a raining here in Tennessee. It has been for almost two weeks, and I’m over it. (keeps her voice low just in case the imps of drought are listening) I’m ready for it to dry out, if even for a few days. That said, we were scheduled to begin building a handicap ramp onto our house today and, to my wonderment, the builders still showed up this morning and are working in the rain. Bless them. I really need this ramp.
Here’s my WIPpet math for 5/30/2018: I’m taking the 8 for eight paragraphs (minus the recitation) from Cleaning House – An Appalachian Contemporary Fantasy
The Setup: Cent’s gone to bed after a late night of remembering who she’s been, but now she’s having trouble staying asleep. Note: Remember that this story is set in modern Appalachia, where Scots-Irish, British, German, and Cherokee traditions and faiths have melded into something unique.
[Cent] kept slipping into nightmares where a black, hulking form towered over her, lifting her between its gargantuan hands to squeeze her neck. She woke gasping each time but managed to find sleep again, only to have the process repeat. Each time, the choking lasted longer, each time it took longer for her to wake, until she finally woke screaming, bringing Aunt Tess to her room.