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Friday, August 28, 2015

Rusty Knob Blog Tour

The townsfolk of Rusty Knob, West Virginia, see the Gillettes as ignorant wastes of space– worthless drunk sponges. As the youngest, Wynn may be a Gillette, but he doesn’t act, nor think like one. At only seventeen, he studies hard, plays basketball harder, and works the hardest.

Wynn is numb to his core, no longer feeling the hits that keep knocking him down to the ground. He’s unable to see the bright future laid out before him. Royce Kennedy, a distant relative, tries all he can do to save the youngest generation of Gillettes from the dark shroud of bitter ignorance infecting them via their neglectful upbringing.

Wynn’s studying is to the backdrop of drunken chaos, his relationship with friends and family are tainted by a narrow world view, and his life is filled with more questions than answers. His every dollar earned is bled dry come payday, only to have his parents piss it down the toilet or blow caustic smoke to billow in the air.

A warped sense of loyalty forces Wynn to be his family’s enabler, and he’s paying the ultimate price. With the support system of Royce, the mentor of the school district’s LGBTQ online community, and Wynn’s friends, they try to prove to Wynn he deserves anything he needs, whether he earns it or not. Growing up in an ignorant wasteland, he never learned love, friendship, and respect are unconditional, can never be purchased, and should never be abused.

Wynn Gillette is at a crossroads. One thing’s for sure, he cannot continue on this destructive path. Wynn has to end the only life he’s ever known, breaking the bitter legacy passed down from one generation to the next. One way or the other. Permanently.

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“Any women and children in my yard better git their asses in this house for breakfast!” Royce shouts as he steps onto the porch. “Sorry, Wynn. You’re a grown man today,” my boss says with a huge grin as he tosses me a lunch sack.

Before I catch my breakfast, the kids are shrieking, “Uncle Royce! Uncle Royce!” and crawling up the steps to the front porch to attack the short, burly man.

“What the hell is wrong with Willa?” Penny whispers in my ear while Royce herds the children into the house. “Why didn’t she drop these kids off here years ago?”

“Ignorance,” I grunt bluntly. “Willa was a year older than you when she was beaten and raped. She went back to the only life she knew how to live. Loyalty, most certainly. Fear, most definitely. Thought she didn’t deserve the best house in all of Rusty Knob, probably.”

Penny twists up her freckled face, confused as all get out. “How do you figure that?”

I just narrow my eyes and shake my head as I walk back to my truck, feeling Penny’s eyes burning into my backside. I whisper to myself when I settle into my seat. “Because that’s how I would feel. That’s how I’ve always felt when Royce offered me a different sort of life. It’s how I felt when I was awarded a scholarship. Like I was being disloyal for leaving them all behind. That’s how I know.”

Erica Chilson does not write in the 3rd person, wanting her readers to be her characters. Therefore, writing a bio about herself, is uncomfortable in the extreme.

Born, raised, and here to stay, the Wicked Writer is a stump-jumper, a ridge-runner. Hailing from North Central Pennsylvania, directly on the New York State border; she loves the changes in seasons, the humid air, all the mountainous forest, and the gloomy atmosphere.

Introverted, but not socially awkward, Erica prides herself on thinking first and filtering her speech. There are days she doesn’t speak at all. If it wasn’t for the fact that she lives with her parents, giving her a sense of reality, she would be a hermit, where the delivery man finds her months after expiration.

Reading was an escape, a way to leave a not-so pleasant reality behind. Reading lent Erica the courage she gathered from the characters between the pages to long for a different life. Writing was an instrument of change, evolving Erica into the woman she is today- a better, more mature, more at peace thinker.

Erica has a wicked mind, one she pours out into her creations. Her filter doesn’t allow all of it to erupt, much to her relief. Sarcastic, with a very dark, perverse sense of humor, Erica puts a bit of herself into every character she writes.

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  1. Thanks for participating in Rusty Knob's Blog Tour. I appreciate the exposure.

  2. Rusty Knob is a brilliant story

  3. This is a brilliant story. Just finished reading.