BLOG BLITZ – Saturday 3 September 2016 – BOOK EXCERPT
The month of September is a special time for me:
my THIRD novel and sequel to
the final in the unsavory heritage series,
Mrs. Whalin made regular rounds, visiting the church ladies. Under the guise of rallying for missions, she more nosed her way into family matters; she was known as the church snoop and gossip.
“And your sister here, too.” Mrs. Whalin shook her head. “How do you manage.”
“Abby is a great help, as you can imagine.” In spite of what the woman implied—that Abby sat and ate nonexistent bon-bons while Maggie waited on her hand and foot. “And we’ve precious Willamina tending the children.”
Mrs. Whalin gasped. “A… a… you let a Negro child tend your children?”
“We let an able and willing young girl who loves the children tend them, yes.” Maggie was getting tired of Mrs. Whalin’s visit. She had only just arrived, barely taken a sip of her tea. And she always outstayed her welcome, usually poking and prying for an hour or more.
“Such a beautiful child.” Cissy had toddled in. Mrs. Whalin caressed Cissy’s dimpled cheek. Then she stiffened. “Is this one of the double born babies?”
“This is Cissy, yes.” Maggie reached a protective hand for her little daughter.
“And is she the first born?” Mrs. Whalin peered down her nose. “Or the second?”
Abby’s face puzzled, her eyes flicking from Maggie to this vulture perched on the divan.
“She came second.”
Mrs. Whalin pursed her lips.
Cissy squirmed, wriggled from Maggie’s lap.
“Boys have pickles.” Cissy announced to the room.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Boys have pickles.” Cissy repeated. “Girls don’t”
“Ciss—” Maggie reached for Cissy, but the toddler was too quick.
“Wanna see?” And she pulled up her pinafore and pulled down her rompers. “No pickle me.”
Maggie’s face turned as red as pickled beets. Silence hung in the air, suspended like a tightrope walker whose shoe had slipped. An eternity passed in the span of but a few seconds.
“Well, I never!” Mrs. Whalin stood abruptly, bumping into Cissy and knocking her over. Cissy squawked but just jumped up and ran from the room.
“I have never been so affronted in all my days, I can assure you that.” She grabbed her parasol and bustled for the door. “You’ll have trouble from that one, mark my words.”
And she was gone.
Maggie and Abby rolled with laughter, certain it echoed to Mrs. Whalin’s ears as she departed.
Their laughter had ebbed and rose again.
“Where ever did she get that?”
“I’ve no idea.” Maggie shrugged. And they laughed all the harder.
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I have been writing since 1995, and began working in earnest on my debut novel, Tessa in 2013. Meanwhile, I cranked out a few dozen poems, and made countless notes for story ideas. I lived with depression for many years, and the inherent feelings of worthlessness and invisibility; I didn’t want to be who I was and struggled with my own identity for many years. My characters face many of these same demons.
I write stories of identity conflict. My characters encounter situations that force the question, “Who am I, really?” For all who have ever wondered who you are or why you’re here, my stories will touch you in a very real—maybe too real—and a very deep way. I know, I write from experience.
Tessa and Clara Bess are available on Amazon, both for Kindle and in print, with the third book in the series, Cissy, coming out in September of this year. I also have several poems included in an anthology, Where Dreams and Visions Live (Anthologies of the Heart Book 1) by Mary Blowers, http://maryblowers.com, as well as a short story, Sarafina’s Light, also in an anthology, Blood Moon, compiled by Mary Blowers. I will also be working on a personal compilation of poetry to be released in 2016 as well.
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