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ignore the fact that the summary information has no paragraphs, I have no idea why that happened and am trying to fix it

but!!!!!

WE COME UNDONE IS OFFICIALLY PUBLISHED!

it’s available HERE as a paperback!

it’s available HERE as a kindle book!

if you sign up to the $10 tier on my patreon, over HERE, you get a free copy of it this month along with the other goodies!

SUMMARY 

The thing about life is that even on the darkest of days, there’s still a glint of hope. It’s the stars, peeking through the smoggy sky. It’s the moon burnt red in fire. It’s strings of lights run by glints of copper, twining through the trees and the old rafters.     The hen that pecks at a dying land. The gears that keep turning. And the thing about life is that even when we come undone, there’s always going to be someone or something to pick you back up, help get your feet moving again, help you find another light to cling too, another ember to fan into your own burning flames.    Ian’s been moving through the ashes for far too long, and Caleb might not have realized his flames were burning so low. But the way that the world works, is that it tends to put you in exactly the right spot, at exactly the same time.    Or maybe that’s just luck.    Some could even argue it’s bad luck.    No matter what it is, though, it’s there.    And you have to deal with it.

OTHER INFORMATION - 

When an old friend shows up at Caleb's farm, he finds the full wrath of the Capitol Council brought down upon him. When given a choice between keeping Ian safe, or keeping ownership of the last farm in the country, Caleb knows that there's only one choice he can make. Keep them both, of course.

*a genre mash-up with flavors from fantasy, post-apoc fiction, and western hints. 

*We Come Undone is, at heart, a story about healing, farming, and finding your own family.

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Wip work. Go Catamounts~! :D #westerncarolinauniversity #wcu #fanart #wip #traditionalart #catamount https://www.instagram.com/p/BtTbhFxFv58/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=5oe11dsuwanw

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We Come Undone’s first draft is done!!!!

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with We Come Undone I yet again managed to shoe horn food and lovely food descriptions into it, and I can’t stop thinking about all the cool potato recipes and soup recipes that are briefly mentioned in it, and tbh? I might write some of them down.

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me, starting a new wip this fine morning? more likely than you think!

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a line, from the wip I just started

 Still, as soon as Ian’s sitting, Caleb sweeps everything he can to the opposite side of the table. He doesn’t sit down, just props a hip against the ridge of the table. “Lemme see yer arm.”   “It’s not my arm that’s fucked.”   “Alright, yer hand then. Don’t make this difficult on me, Ian. Do you know what time it is?”   “Three thirty seven.” Ian starts carefully unwrapping the messy jacket. He grimaces as it pulls away from the skin.   A bad feeling brews up at the back of Caleb’s chest. He asks, “do I want to know what’s wrong with it?”   And Ian, wired wrong as he is, exhausted as he is, lets out another barking laugh and announces, “it’s gone.”

it’s actually based off of next month’s patreon exclusive mini series. I had the brain worm for the first chapter and i’m desperately trying to get it all down!

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okay, doing the final edit of We Come Undone, and then going to make the cover for it, but here’s a little progress thread for it!

still in love with the first paragraph

  There are a lot of reasons why Caleb wakes up in the middle of the night. Coyotes getting into it with the old farm dog. Aching joints acting up in ways that just can’t be slept through. A sudden storm sweeping in, and the rain dripping down on his face. A landmine going off in the distance. Construction work starting up with a vengeance. All varying degrees of unpleasantness for three in the morning.

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the thing about life is that even on the darkest of days, there’s still a glint of hope. it’s the stars, peeking through the smoggy sky. it’s the moon burnt red in fire. it’s strings of lights run by glints of copper, twining through the trees and the old rafters. the hen that pecks at a dying land. the gears that keep turning.

and the thing about life is that even when we come undone, there’s always going to be someone or something to pick you back up, help get your feet moving again, help you find another light to cling too, another ember to fan into your own burning flames.

Ian’s been moving through the ashes for far too long, and Caleb might not have realized his flames were burning so low. but the way that the world is that it tends to put you in exactly the right spot, at exactly the same time.

or maybe that’s just lukc.

some could even argue it’s bad luck.

no matter what it is, though, it’s there.

and you have to deal with it.

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a possible synopsis for We Come Undone, paired with a fun mood board!

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We Come Undone is officially being reviewed for publishing by Amazon!!!!!

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We Come Undone

Chapter Two 

Word Count - 1,999

Characters Featured - still just Ian and Caleb, but also some lovely lady chickens

Excerpt

  “Cute,” he says, the word a rasp.   The hen rasps right back at him. It’s egg is smaller than the other two, but the shell is speckled with brown, and Ian knows for the coloration alone, it will sell for a lot on the market. People send him to steal food just as often as they send him to steal lives, and Ian knows well the price of everything that’s available.   Ian puts that egg in the basket, too, careful to wrap each one up so they don’t rap against each other. And then he lingers, hunched over in the coop that he’s not short enough for, petting the little hen with its sharp eyes, and its soft feathers, and it’s value.   Funny, the price that things go for.   Funny, that he’s stolen eggs but never eaten them.   Funny, that outside you can see the stars and inside the world smells like rotten things, and this little hen exists outside of the calamity of people with guns and oil and desperate, angry souls.

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scenes in We Come Undone I wasn’t expecting but have turned into a Whole Ass Mood

*revaluating your entire life because you pet some chickens

*eating potatoes and acting like they’re Literal Gold

*having a property set back so far no one could ever come bother you

*being really obsessed with looking at the stars

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We Come Undone

Chapter Three -Baked Potatoes

Word Count - 1,687

Excerpt -

 Ian must be thinking the same thing. He digs out another chunk of mash. It’s got so much pepper on it, the top’s gone black. A few stringy pieces of browned onions stick out from the mixture. “Pollution free.”   “Mostly.”  “Free enough you can eat it. You know, I’ve been paid to steal these? People want them.”   “Didn’t want them too much when they first started letting the place rot.”   “Humans always want what they can’t have,” says Ian, absently. He’s looking at the mash like it’s something else. “We always miss things the most once they’re gone.”

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Chapter One - 2078 words long

Characters Featured - Ian Baddum, Caleb Ray

Summary - in which Caleb’s woken up in the middle of the night to an old friend with a new problem, and the start of something that he shouldn’t be involved with.

Excerpt -

  Caleb thinks he might rather have dealt with the coyotes. At least they’re predictable. Shoot at them a few times, and they take off.   Ian’s never been predictable, though. Something in his mind that’s just hard wired different from the rest of the world. But then, Caleb’s not one to talk about that; just look at where he lives; just look at what he does.  “I think it’s best if ya go sit down,” says Caleb. He leans the shot gun very carefully beside the door, adjusts the set of his jacket before taking Ian by the arm that’s not tucked to his chest. It’s a surprise to find the man trembling. Something at the back of Caleb’s chest twists up. “Best do it before ya fall down. Ain’t no way I can be pickin’ you up. Ya ain’t no string bean anymore, that’s for sure.”

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Chapter Four

Word Count - 2,358

Excerpt -

 It’s like a special kind of worship, working on this farm. The day is never ending. They stand on the front porch in the morning with coffee brewed too strong, and they stand out on the back porch in the evening with tea brewed too sweet, and the world does not pass around them save for the ever moving carts that slide along the side of the broken mountain.   Ian is used to being in the city, where there is nothing around but buildings, and the air is so thick that most people wear goggles to help them see through it. But out here the sunset pierces through the smog, just enough to remind Ian that the colors exist. He’d forgotten, he thinks, about that shade of pink, about that burst of orange.

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△ !!! What's the one memory your MC is haunted by before they go to bed? Choose your favorite MC from your current crunch that you've been working on ! (And KILLING IT, by the way, holy shit, almost 10k in like three days-??? you're a powerhouse.)

!!!!! thank you so much!!!!!! this is a cool question and also!!!!! yyyyy i’m so thrilled with the progress I've made!!!! going with my country boy Caleb!!!!

Scale - one is he’s willing to talk, ten is he’d rather not - 7

“Well, I remember...bein’ a kid. Maybe, fourteen? I dunno. S’been a while. I was young, and - I ain’t good at stories, honey, sorry. I was a kid, and me and Ian, we were out on the edge of town. Just the two of us. We mucked around at the junk yard a lot. He wasn’t s’pposed to be there. Neither of us were, but ‘specially not him. His pa didn’t like him out in the streets.”

“So we’re in the junkyard, and it’s late. The air was already bad, but not how it is now. You could still see the sun setting, mostly. He found something. Little bit of copper. That ain’t worth sellin’, but I was learning how to mold it. Ian called my name. I turned around to look and - it happened.”

“Oil line lit up. The main one that runs through all the buildings. Just - this big sound. Like thunder in my ear. And bright. So bright I couldn’t see, and when I could see, it was just. Fire, all behind Ian. Fire and smoke. The whole city, gone. Everyone in it, gone. And some nights....some nights the smoke reaches me even out here by the mountains. Well, it’s always out here. But some nights it’s worse. And that explosion’s all I can think about.”

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okay, so the grammar and editing along those lines is done for We Come Undone...but now i’m nervous that there’s not enough in it? it’s about 20k words, and I can’t decide if that’s long enough to make a decent story? i’m like, rethinking everything about this damn thing at this point