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@melwaverly.bsky.social Sep 21, 2026, 8:45 AM

From WIP 3 - The First Lesbian Book Club

Lucy's pretty much spot on with her description of Norwegian, especially Liv's Norwegian.

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“If you’d please excuse me for a moment.” Lucy started to step away from the counter, looking towards the back of the store.
Liv stepped in front of her, stopping Lucy in her tracks and blocking her view to the back. “Nei da!”
From the back of the shop came a cough that cut through the noise of the Norwegian’s protest. It sounded suspiciously like someone trying not to laugh.
Is that woman laughing at the book or is she laughing at me?
Lucy craned and twisted to catch a glimpse of the woman back there, but Liv was standing in the way, her arms akimbo. She launched into another rapid stream of Norwegian—sharp, melodic, faintly indignant. The tone suggested righteous outrage, but the delivery suggested mild intoxication.
Lucy simply wanted to find a book by anyone remotely resembling Bearstar and end the interaction with dignity intact.
Mel Waverly - The First Lesbian Book Club, chapter 6

@melwaverly.bsky.social Sep 19, 2026, 9:33 AM

From WIP 3 - The First Lesbian Book Club

Apropos hopeless lesbians in WIP 3... Cèilidh needed a bit of help. Thankfully, is sneaky like that.

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when Cèilidh sat down and left enough room between them for the Holy Spirit and its entire extended family, Lucy took matters into her own hands and plopped down on Cèilidh’s blanket instead.
“Yours is softer—and big enough for two,” she said with a kind smile. “You don’t mind, do you?”
Cèilidh shook her head and scooted over to give her more space.
More space isn’t the point, Cèilidh, but we’ll get there.
Lucy soon noticed Cèilidh’s hand flitting toward her, only to hurriedly retreat to her lap each time.
After the third attempt, Lucy slyly set her bag between them and rummaged through it for a tube of hand cream she didn’t particularly need.
The next time Cèilidh’s hand crept closer, Lucy simply caught it and held it there behind the bag.
“Just hold my hand if that’s what you want,” she whispered.
Mel Waverly - The First Lesbian Book Club, chapter 20

@melwaverly.bsky.social Sep 18, 2026, 11:28 AM

#SapphicLineShare ****Senses (taste)****

From WIP3 - The First Lesbian Book Club, from chapter "Hope You Like It Spicy, Part Two."

Beverly has made a grave error. 🌶️🌶️🌶️

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The spices assaulted Beverly’s tongue before she finished her first bite, and when the heat struck the back of her throat, she coughed. Clara glanced up at once, concern flashing across her face. But Beverly, in a foolish attempt to preserve her dignity, hastily shoved more spaghetti into her mouth and regretted it the instant it touched her tongue. Her face went scarlet and her eyes watered. It felt like swallowing fire.
Clara returned to her plate and took a bite. “Whew.” She reached for her wine. “When you said you liked it a little spicy, I did not expect this.”
Beverly waved her off, though she knew she probably shouldn’t. She should confess her mouth felt full of lava and warn Clara not to take another bite.
But any words she tried to form burned on her tongue.
“Good heavens,” Clara said, exhaling sharply. “It keeps building. Did you use scotch bonnet peppers?”
Beverly had to admit Clara was bearing it far better. Then again, Clara had taken a sensible bite, while Beverly had shovelled in a heroic forkful in the name of pride. Or perhaps nerves. Both led to questionable life choices.
“Are you all right?” Clara asked.
“Too spicy.” Beverly grabbed a hunk of baguette and crammed it into her mouth, chewing furiously in hopes it might defeat the capsaicin.
It didn’t help. Now she had a burning mouth and a wad of bread to chew and swallow before her throat closed in protest.
Mel Waverly - The First Lesbian Book Club, chapter 38

@melwaverly.bsky.social Sep 18, 2026, 8:27 AM

From WIP 1 - These Words Remain Unsaid

He was clearly not amenable to the business plan

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That evening, Julie sat down at the dining room table and asked her parents to rent their garage. She outlined an entire business plan complete with schedules, payment options, and even noise mitigation. She was hopeful they could reach some sort of compromise. It was a negotiation. She’d make a proposal, they’d make a counteroffer, and everyone would walk away happy.
When she finished her pitch, her father looked her in the eyes and said, “Absolutely not.”

Mel Waverly - These Words Remain Unsaid, chapter 19

@melwaverly.bsky.social Sep 17, 2026, 12:36 PM

From WIP 1 - These Words Remain Unsaid

Julie was tired, all right?! Just wait for the showstopper!

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“Whatcha doing, Weirdo?”
“Home shopping channel.”
“Why?” Izzy asked, dropping onto the couch.
Julie shrugged. “It was on.”
“It lifts up with such ease,” chirped the voice from the TV.
“That does look easy,” Julie said sluggishly.
Izzy tilted her head. “Um, Jules?”
“It floats like a feather back to its original position—even the man in your life will love putting this seat down.”
Julie tore her eyes away from the television. “Yes?”
“Why are you watching the home shopping channel?”
Julie held eye contact. Her eyes, normally alert and inquisitive, were weary. “Changing the channel takes effort…fuck effort.”

Mel Waverly - These Words Remain Unsaid, chapter 42

@melwaverly.bsky.social Sep 14, 2026, 6:04 AM

From WIP1 - These Words Remain Unsaid

Well, no one said both were right, but there are always two sides to every story.

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The way her parents told it, Julie had run away in the middle of the night—without so much as a note—leaving her parents abandoned in their large century home.
The truth was far less intriguing. It was the most meticulously planned escape any nineteen-year-old had ever made: a carefully packed trunk, a preapproved visa, a list of cheap rooms to rent, and enough savings to make it six months if she ate frugally and didn’t panic.
She knew exactly where she was going, what she was taking, and what she was leaving behind.
Mel Waverly - These Words Remain Unsaid, chapter 11

@melwaverly.bsky.social Sep 13, 2026, 6:33 AM

From WIP 3 - The First Lesbian Book Club

Liv definitely made an interesting first impression on the Cèilidh, Beverly, and Clara 🧨💥🚜

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“I’m Liv,” she replied plainly.
Cèilidh nodded. “Well, Liv, have you gone mad?”
Liv looked at her in surprise. “I don’t think so, nei.”
“Are you really suggesting we blow up the hotel bar with dynamite?”
“Nei, nei, nei.” Liv shook her hands and head as she spoke. “It was veldig loud and a veldig good distraction. When my parents were looking at the blown up stein, I was stealing the tractor to visit the girl in the neighbouring village. She looked very sexy riding my tractor, you know.”
The others stared at her.
Cèilidh was the first to speak. “You’re suggesting we use a bomb as a distraction?”
Beverly rolled her eyes. “Jesus, Cèilidh. Are you dense?”
“Can it, Bev. I’m trying to understand what the hell this woman is talking about.”
“Nei, herregud, where would we get dynamitt?” Liv said with a wry grin.
“I have no idea, but I’m worried you do.” Cèilidh sighed in frustration.
“Nei, we do not need dynamitt. We require our own boom!”
Mel Waverly - The First Lesbian Book Club, chapter 1

@melwaverly.bsky.social Sep 12, 2026, 7:25 AM

From WIP2 - Wishing You Knew

She didn't know 🛏️🤦🏼‍♀️

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Afterwards, Jacqueline led the way to Mary’s bedroom. “We’ll need to start with the bed.”
“Not that I’m opposed, but why’s that?” Shannon asked, stepping onto the landing.
Her gaze followed Jacqueline’s to see why. Wedged halfway through the door was the wooden bedframe. It was big, looked heavy, and blocked everything else.
“I see.” Shannon looked closer at the frame. She tilted her head, then turned to Jacqueline. “Why didn’t you just take it apart?”
Jacqueline blinked. “I…um…didn’t know I could.”
Mel Waverly - Wishing You Knew, chapter 10

@melwaverly.bsky.social Sep 11, 2026, 9:35 AM

#SapphicLineShare ***Evening***

Having lived in all three named countries, I sympathize with Lucy. The debate is real, and I never know what to expect. 🍮

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Lucy had also learned that Canadian English and English English were not the same thing. Which Stella reminded her of frequently.
I suppose that’s what necessitates the proper designation in the first place, she mused as she searched for a stick to help shape their castle.
Something as simple as pudding had caused a lively debate at book club one night. Stella presented her proper English sticky toffy pudding, and Lucy stared at it bewildered.
“What you call pudding, Miss Graham, is simply custard,” Stella had declared.
Then Liv had informed them both they were wrong and began explaining Norwegian pudding.
The discussion spiralled into a debate on the differences between custard, flan, and pudding, and by the end of the evening, Lucy was more confused—and considerably hungrier—than when it began.
Mel Waverly - The First Lesbian Book Club, chapter 20

@melwaverly.bsky.social Sep 11, 2026, 9:19 AM

#lesficfri ***REGRET***

Beverly usually doesn't flirt like a cactus, but Clara's different.

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Not that spending time with Clara was unpleasant. She had looked for excuses to spend time with her, but every time she did, Clara left her unnerved. Beverly knew the longer they spent together, the more likely she was to say something regrettable. That’s just how she was around Clara; her mouth moved before her brain could catch up.
Perhaps Lucy and Cèilidh were right about how she behaved around Clara. Then again, everyone else in the book club seemed to have seen right through her, so why hadn’t Clara?
Beverly had spent weeks making a fool of herself flirting with Clara—or trying to.
And that was another thing. Why was flirting with Clara like deciphering hieroglyphics? With any other women, it was simple. A wink and a smile usually got the message across. With Clara, Beverly either stared like an idiot or avoided eye contact entirely.
Mel Waverly - The First Lesbian Book Club, chapter 28

@melwaverly.bsky.social Sep 11, 2026, 6:48 AM

From WIP 2 - Wishing You Knew

Shannon ❤️

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@melwaverly.bsky.social Sep 10, 2026, 7:02 AM

From WIP 3 - The First Lesbian Book Club

Beverly's got herself in a sticky situation here...

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“Did you find everything you were looking for today, ladies?” he asked with a polite smile.
“More than we intended,” Beverly said dryly.
From the corner of her eye she saw Clara’s shoulders shaking beside her.
“And you’d like to purchase that book, ma’am?” He pointed to Beverly’s hand.
“Yes,” Beverly said through gritted teeth.
“If I could just see it to—”
“Oh, no.” Beverly lifted the book reverently in both hands, as though it were a rare manuscript. “I am simply too eager to begin reading. I cannot bear to let it go.” She opened to a page as much as her hand would allow. “It’s just so…riveting.”

Mel Waverly - The First Lesbian Book Club, chapter 10

@melwaverly.bsky.social Sep 9, 2026, 7:46 AM

From WIP 1 - These Words Remain Unsaid

No rigs, but I have equipment. Julie doesn't, however. Hers is in a storage locker nowhere near the mom-mobile.

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Julie thunked her head against the steering wheel and sighed.
In LA, she’d drive up the coast to clear her head. Or she’d grab a slushie and head to Griffith Observatory, where she’d find a spot to stare out at the city and think through the problem.
Neither Lindsay nor the beige mom-mobile was inspiring creativity.
Then there was the other problem. Even if Julie had a place to record, she had nothing to record with. All of her equipment was sitting in a storage locker in the Valley.
Mel Waverly - These Words Remain Unsaid, chapter 19

@melwaverly.bsky.social Sep 8, 2026, 7:15 AM

From WIP 1 - These Words Remain Unsaid

🧨 they will butt heads a lot...

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Then there was the lead singer, Ashley. The first thing that struck Julie was her voice. It was full of passion and strength, existing somewhere between a lullaby and a growl.
The second was her attitude: strong-willed, recalcitrant, and every bit as bold as her red-and-black hair suggested.
Julie liked her instantly, even as she mentally catalogued all the ways they were going to butt heads.
Firecracker, indeed.

Mel Waverly - These Words Remain Unsaid, chapter 19

@melwaverly.bsky.social Sep 7, 2026, 6:39 AM

From WIP 2 - Wishing You Knew

It's a yes!

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Jacqueline momentarily struggled to find her words as the world around her narrowed, everything fading away—everything that had happened, the fear, the anger, the ding of the elevator in the hall—until only she and Shannon remained. “I…um…I’m speechless.”
“Is that a yes?” Shannon whispered.
Jacqueline leaned in and nodded. “It’s a yes.”
Mel Waverly - Wishing You Knew, chapter 25

@melwaverly.bsky.social Sep 6, 2026, 7:38 AM

From WIP 1 - These Words Remain Unsaid

No one really knows what we do 🦫🍁⛺

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Julie heard Jenn’s quiet sigh before she spoke again. Thankfully, she’d decided to pivot to safer terrain.
“You’ve been there for, like, a hot minute, Jules. Enjoy your visit home. Enjoy the muted tranquility of your quaint Canadian streets.”
“There is a distinct absence of urine smell here. So that’s something.”
“That’s the spirit!” Jenn goaded. “It’ll be your little rustic escape from the bustle of the big city. You can, like, get some nature, hug a tree, listen to some birds, go camping with a beaver.”
“What are you on about? It’s November. Also, what the hell do you think we do in Canada?”
“Honestly, I have no clue what you zany Canadians do up there.” She laughed.
Mel Waverly - These Words Remain Unsaid, chapter 19

@melwaverly.bsky.social Sep 5, 2026, 7:42 AM

From WIP 1 - These Words Remain Unsaid

Julie was not thrilled with the design.

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The place looked like every other café desperately trying to be hip. There were reclaimed-wood tables with chairs designed to look comfortable but were more like a subtle form of punishment. The wood panelling and fake plants were there to make it feel rustic and homey. And then there was the chalkboard menu, with its inconsistent fonts, that screamed quirky and fun but was actually a carefully calculated ploy to draw the customer’s attention to the most expensive items on the list. It was a graphic designer’s worst nightmare and a capitalist’s wet dream.

Mel Waverly - These Words Remain Unsaid, chapter 18

@melwaverly.bsky.social Sep 3, 2026, 6:54 AM

From WIP 3 - The First Lesbian Book Club

They didn't talk about the film again...🎥🎞️

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