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So at 11:45pm EST I realized I hadn't signed up yet LOL. I quickly remedied that and came over to my blog creator to actually create the post :D . Camp Nano sucks bad; although I'm hoping to again have a Camp Nano update vlog up so I can share the link in the #WipItUpWedneday post like last week. Depression, life stresses, bad period have largely been at fault this week. But the story progresses, even if very slowly so I wonder if I'll actually complete Camp even with the smaller goal of 40K words in a month.
I decided to skip ahead to the first few moments of Bea (woman in the wheelchair) and Teal (the narrating I of my story) talking in Teal's living room; Tiny is Teal's cat.
"Hello?" A deep, melodic called out from the other side of the screen door.
Tiny struggled out of my arms before jumping onto the back of the sofa.
I turned from the belly up to see Bea standing in the black oval outline of the screen door. My heart lurched up into my throat. "Come in." My hands pushed into my thighs; I needed to learn so much more ASL vocabulary.
Bea smiled as she used the handle to open the screen door. "I'm hearing if you were worried about your sentence. I'm fluent in ASL because my parents are both Deaf; that was my dad you saw signing to me. However your sentence would have been easily signed." She made fists of her hands, just the index fingers out, the palms up, and moved her fingers in a 'come here' gesture. Then she held her left hand like a C and stuck her right hand into it.
Repeating the gestures, I returned Bea's smile. "I'm sad to say that I only know a tiny bit of ASL so far."
"Maybe I can help. It seems the bank is desperate to sell that house so you may have me as a neighbor."
"A neighbor?" I echoed and then clapped my hands over my suddenly hot cheeks.
"I like your flag."
"Why were you using a wheelchair?" I closed my eyes, my foot solidly if metaphorically shoved into my fool mouth.
"Sh," Bea soothed as she sat on the little sofa beside me. "So guessing that the bi Pride flag is yours, I'm also going to guess that you are still rather average." She took my hand between her hands and brushed her thumb over my knuckles. "While I didn't inherit my parents' deafness, I did just recently receive a diagnosis of Meniere's Disease, explaining a few years' worth of ringing in my ears and balance problems."
"I'm sorry I was so insensitive to ask about the wheelchair."
"Might I ask if my guess was correct? Are you bisexual?"
"Um, yes. Is your dad still here?"
She laughed. "My dad went to take my mom out. So let me match your intrusive question about my wheelchair by asking if you are single, married, monogamous, polyamorous?"
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So pissed off at my Master, I started to title this "Teal Spanks" rather than "Teal Speaks"; it is at least a few pages in before the first spanking happens :D . I'm reminded that I need to record my vlog- it actually includes the snippet I'm going to share here and another one; I share that link here if I manage to get it recorded and posted on YouTube.
I had a good talk with a new friend who's Hard of Hearing and she helped me fine tune this beginning scene from "Two Houses" (working title).
Scene set up: Written in 1st person from Teal's POV, this is the first sentence of the book, Teal looking back. And then I move into Teal and Bea meeting.
And now I will tell you the story of how I came to have two homes: "my home with her" and "my home with him."
I saw her sitting in her wheelchair studying the front of the long empty house across the street. I wanted to see how long her white blond hair was as it fell between her and her chair.
She wheeled her chair backward as if to gain a wider perspective of the house; to her left, a tall man stood using ASL that I couldn't understand. She turned her head just as my bisexual Pride flag rippled out wide.
When her light blue gaze met mine, I smiled and signed, "Hello. You understand sign?" My heart pounded with my first signing directed at a living, flesh-and-blood, present person.
Her smile grew. "Hello! My name is Bea. Yours?" she signed back.
I swallowed hard and then fingerspelled, "T-E-A-L." I drew in a deep breath before signing the one sentence I was pretty sure I knew. "I'm learning to sign."
Bea nodded even as she signed, "Yes." Then she fingerspelled, "C-O-F-F-E-E A-F-T-E-R?"
I signed back, "Yes," figuring "after" meant "after I look at this house." I watched as Bea wheeled up to the side door before locking her chair's breaks and gingerly rising to her feet. She followed the Realtor into the house.
"Bea," I murmured to myself. "I wonder if she's deaf."
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