WIP-Wednesday-New Character


New character

I’m toying with adding another character to my WIP. This character isn’t totally new; she is an intricate part of the novel already. What I am adding are chapters in her point of view.

I’m not writing linear at this point; just whatever is coming to mind. I don’t know if these chapters will survive a revision, so there isn’t any particular reason for adding these new chapters here.


Dinah

Sam nodded. “Probably an appropriate reaction,” he said. “You’ve not been exactly honest with her in the past.”

“I don’t need reminded,” I replied. Sam had driven me across the state to the hospital where Terri and Chelsea were patients and Kyle’s body rested in the morgue. The emotional strain of the drive, of not knowing, had led to non-stop talking on my part. With no filter in place, I told Sam things I hadn’t told anyone, not even Terri.

“She never knew her father,” I’d said.

“What?” Sam had asked, straining to see the unfamiliar road in the dark.

“Terri. She never knew her father,” I had replied. “I moved away when I found out I was pregnant and told people my husband had died in a car accident.”

He looked over at me and then back out the windshield. “Why did you keep it from her and why are you telling me now?”

“I don’t know,” I said, wiping at my eyes with the back of my hand. “I kept to the lie I told everyone else and it was fine because I knew I wouldn’t be moving back to Buck’s Eye.”

“Until your parents got sick,” he said. The beams shot out into the darkness, revealing a road curving sharply left.

“Her senior year in high school,” I replied. “She was initially fascinated with the quirkiness of Buck’s Eye, but didn’t understand why I tried to keep her from having anything to do with the place. The tension between us was almost unbearable, but I withstood it to keep my secret.”

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WIP-Weather as portals, allowing time to slip past itself

WIP-Weather as portalsWeather’s influence

The weather in Sweetwater County, as well as surrounding areas, pushed and pulled at the intersections of past and present, molding them according to time and temperature. Hot summer days, when the air shimmered above the pavement stretched the separation between the two, thinning out the separation. Past and present leaked over into each other more often in the summer. Coupled with the longer summer days meant more time for either side to get into mischief.

Days where the fog stalled on it’s return to the sky were the worst. Gray, misty, fog-shrouded November days with their cold drizzle seem to be most active, as though one era thought the weather had to be better on the other side of the cloudy veil.

But today, November’s weather was either a distant memory or something you remembered with fondness. The heat shimmered off of the roads, the sidewalks, and especially the blacktopped parking lots at the edge of the annual Buck’s Eye Festival. This hot muggy weather of this July day held the promise of afternoon thunderstorms and opportunities for residents of both past and present to slip past each other in the hopes the weather would be cooler on the other side of time.

Work-in-progress

I’m posting snippets of my current work-in-progress, or at least what may make my current work-in-progress. All WIP posts are rough drafts, which means they will undergo revision(s) in the not-to-distant future.

Backstory

My writing for this story is a mashup between magical realism, local history and imagination allowed to explore where it wants to go. I like taking the history I’m familiar with and giving it a fictional twist to allow me more freedom to write my stories. As a result, I’m not quite sure what the end result will be; but I am having fun writing it.

 

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